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My Unreachable Dream of You
My Unreachable Dream of You
Oh, my enchanting muse, you grace my lips with the sweetness of dreams—faithful, tender, waiting, as if to guide me into the light of something greater, just out of reach. I yearn for what I can never become, and for a glimpse of something you might never see in me. That gaze of yours, bittersweet...
Oh, my enchanting muse, you grace my lips with the sweetness of dreams—faithful, tender, waiting, as if to guide me into the light of something greater, just out of reach. I yearn for what I can never become, and for a glimpse of something you might never see in me. That gaze of yours, bittersweet...
