I dreamed with a prince in a white horse. I dreamed with a sweet kiss, lovely of course. I dreamed that love was real and easy. I dreamed that you was my dreamy love... but nothing is coming. This love was a misunderstanding. You wanted to be loved... but you didn't want to love. Nothing is coming. Your voice was a sad deception. Your kiss was a bitter sensation now i feel we were wrong. I know it's not easy say goodbye, because we don't think this bye is good. Because we wanted to be loved. Because we think nobody else could love us. We think that nothing is coming. Nothing good at least. But maybe... If we say goodbye now... Something good could coming.
Respect!
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