I saw her once or twice
someone like me
who had a dream
but wandered through life
waiting for it to happen
lost in wishful thinking
somewhere in the clouds
flitting like a butterfly
from one flower to another.
who had a dream
but wandered through life
waiting for it to happen
lost in wishful thinking
somewhere in the clouds
flitting like a butterfly
from one flower to another.
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