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Sitting down beside you, I listened to your dreams, I thought the world were you With tales of many themes; You spoke of brown houses In fields of green and gold,Birds in red warehouses,Home when they're weak and old;You showed to me cities,I thought were not alive,Big places, loud 'nineties,I wanted off by five.You talked of song and art I've never heard nor seen,Cultures so far apart,Lifestyles of wealth and sin,And you told me lastly,The feelings true love brings The joys and cheers mostly,Like love's eternal springs.
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