The feather-light drift of a daydream
wafts melancholy across me.
We cannot know everyone,
we cannot kiss everyone,
we dare not speak of anyone.
Not a whisper, not a whisper
of a daydream.
Not a whisper
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The feather-light drift of a daydream
wafts melancholy across me.
We cannot know everyone,
we cannot kiss everyone,
we dare not speak of anyone.
Not a whisper, not a whisper
of a daydream.
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