They say dreams are for dreamers. And how I use to dream. So entertaining. So hopeful did they seem. It was said I could walk through a cow pasture. Come out smelling like a rose. Now that good luck is hiding. Where does it go? I could use a drink of water. Weathered from the storm. But the well is dry. I could just cry why. But it don't seem like it would change a thing. So I will just keep searching. And see what life will bring.
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Go find girl, Ah but watch were you walk.
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rob