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I'm longing for places
I've never been. I'm missing faces I've never seen. I dream of things I can't comprehend. What does it mean? This endless fantasy. I've fallen asleep. I'm stuck in a nightmare. Dreaming about my life. Which is real? I cannot say. I've never been to Paris. But I know it is there. I don't have to see it To know I'd love it. Maybe some dreams Are really memories. I've dreamed of Rome and France and Egypt. Maybe I miss you Because I love you. Even though we haven't met, Outside dreams at least. You're a part of me and I know you.
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