Do dreams stay awhile or are they as morning dew?
Can they endure like the sky's eternal blue?
It depends on the dream and the dreamer's heart.
As true lovers know, each day their dreams start.
Alas, time does pass, but dreams true lovers own;
Most are smiles, a few tears, but never alone.
Each a dream for the other; that's what life is for.
Lovers, keep on dreaming… it's romance evermore.
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