At least that's what I thought.
We lie day in and day out about
Our dreams like a rainbow believes
She extends to infinity. Our dreams
Turn into horror stories to talk over
At lunch, but are they really only bad
Dreams? Imagine a single rose in
The landscape of a beautiful home,
if only it had more blossoms how magnificant
if only it had more blossoms how magnificant
It would be—let's grow the garden together.
We promised God.
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