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Thoughts And Dreams

Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.

Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.
Posted: 2010-10-04 19:37:55 UTC

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