I have laid my dreams at your feet.
Tread softly, for you are treading on my Dreams


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How strange life is In no way exact as math The things that in your heart Grow a sense of path
Millions of questions we have We’ll die with millions more Yet sometimes against odds
A strange answer will pore
Always seeking without finding Dreams tend to grow weak Yet if you believe it hard and long enough Maybe then you’ll get your streak
... to be continued
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bang bang
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bang bang
the poetry just kinda comes naturally. eric has a pretty good knack for it too, i believe.
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