My Fantasy
Tonight you are my sweet fantasy
Even if the morning interrupts me with its clarity
And reality's bitterness shows that you are
somebody's
Or that I have made you mine in just a dream,
I think of you,
Bitterly, sadly.
Even if the morning interrupts me with its clarity
And reality's bitterness shows that you are
somebody's
Or that I have made you mine in just a dream,
I think of you,
Bitterly, sadly.
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