I’m always dreaming of my “one true love” especially when the guys I think are my “one true love” turn out not to be. I am really tired of being “recycled”.
My life gently floats away
with the clouds of day
it floats through summer,
spring and fall
Just dreaming of your love
why do I find it hard
to tell you
just exactly
what I mean?
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