so. good.

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When I'm running 
through the dreams of yours, 
they're cuddling me... 
and dressing me up
in the paintings of your thoughts.

When I'm running 
through the dreams of yours,
I rest myself... I even allow myself
to take some drops of them
using the sound of your illustrations.

When I'm running 
through the dreams of yours,
are those other moments
which makes me turn to you again
to gimme paths to other corridors
so good for re-energizing myself

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