Every day is a dream coming true
In its ways and its lonely roads
On their distances going through
With their feelings and many loads
To the days that are still rising
In compartments in their disguising
What is a heart if it’s not for you?
In their heartbreak and pounding on
So much inside that never comes too
Only lost in the blues and then gone
What is heart if it’s never much true?
Only feeling to reach to each goal
And what is love if it’s never for you
Only prelude to every go ahead role
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