Ever since the very start
You told me about your dreams
I’ve got your genes, but not your heart
I hate these cursed regimes
The past is a haunting corpse
We want to stay consistent
Avoiding any offbeat warps
And staying not too distant
My dream of dreams has been ripped
Over love I have no power
Sorry I have to burn your script
And ruin your finest hour
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