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Setenta
I keep dreaming of you.
I keep dreaming with the possibility.
Dreaming with all those things I did not do.
And now I know I will never do.
With so much to give.
With so much to have.
Like a kid, daydreaming about Christmas all year
And being heartbroken on December 25th.
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