lying dreams
sometimes i dream of a faraway place
sometimes i dream of outer space
sometimes i'm exploring a dangerous trail
sometimes i'm a bird with a feathery tail
but sometimes my dreams turn dark
and leave a very painful mark
and sometimes their nice, those i yearn
like ice after a painful burn
but there is one thing i always knew
the good ones never happen
and the bad ones come true
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