MY DREAMS
I can’t understand why
My dreams are so shy?
Why they come to me at night
And then disappear in the morning light
They scare me sometimes
Sometimes make me laugh
They let me fly high
On the back of a dove
Why can’t I remember them?
I want to know
So tell can you help me
In solving this problem, or no?
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