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My dreams are on my back
Where they sometimes form wings
And let me fly higher and higher.
Sailing through the night above
To the stars one by one
I think of the one I love.

Yet other times

My dreams are like a weight
The crushes me
Like a stone dropped from above
Sandwiched one by one.
I only think I once loved.

But right this very second
If you catch me

My dreams have become my feet
Happy to be following the road they’re on.