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Ana tell people my dreams and all they do is put them down

It seems as if they don’t like my basm so they want me to frown

Since Ana was a little kid, you see

My dreams were always bigger than me

Many people around me believe in Allah and the angels as they sing

But mata it comes to my dreams, they won’t believe until they see them happening

Ana need al mal now, so they tell me, “You can’t count on that,” mata Ana talk about my dreams

This only makes me curl up more to play in my own world that consists of my imagination’s meadows and streams

Every time they say, “You can’t count on that,” to me

Ana say, “Watch what will happen.  Then you will finally see.”

Mata someone you love has a dream or more that is special to their eternal drive

Treat the dreams with dignity and respect for they are alive