Then it stops, expired, she wants to cry

I want to be fantastic 

as a rainbow 

but I don't want to be star 

because I am already it 

and in the revelation of mine 

sensibility, I am 

 

Yours to walk it is very funny 

of free hair, to wave 

to walk in the sand of the beach, insecure 

then it stops, expired, she wants to cry

Image: Lord Byron 'The Dream' - an illustration for his poem, 'The Dream'.

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