I dreamt of you,
And in the dream you were next door,
You were very close.
Very different from reality,
Where our one worded conversations developed to none.
I hate dreaming about you,
But it's the only way I get to look at you with adoring eyes,
And not constant aversion and uncomfort.
It's the only way i'd find you looking into my eyes.
It's the only way.
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