I dream a little dream of my love for the little things in heart and in soul. When I'm wide awake I feel every colour of the rainbow that the treasure of pure happiness is hidden within the walls of a walking sweetness. Only then you will look at the hands of a count down to zero plus one with the square root of eleven to equal everyday to watch love tick bye.
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