The waves are crashing my sands of fortune
The laughs are singing my days of pure lustre
Along the small window a sigh that was heard uncommon
The red sand the green vasts the balloons oh my precious
They say it's dreams why talk about them in the after
I say well maybe that's the reality I would have prefered
The alarm the sounds that ting of waking up later
Oh how i wish I could stay any longer in that delirium
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