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dreams are like chasing dog tails-alway just a little out of reach. |
| Dreams are made of fluffy rain clouds floating on twinkling music sinuously curving around and around on a merry-go-round of echoing laughter that is always- just a little out of reach Dreams are made of flighty white snowflakes-flying- on the wheeing wind sighing,floating, spinning up, up and away, away on a magical day that is always- just a little out of reach Dreams are made of dust mites in the hand in the eyes Yet-always- just a little out of reach. |