Dreamy
Dreamy are the streets
where you walk by
Dreamy are the streets
where summer is starting to die
Dreamy is the dusk
when my eyes begin to close
Dreamy are my dreams
where I can see those childhood roads
Where I used to walk all alone
Looking for a smile
Where you used to live
Dreamy are the streets
when the sun fades far away in the horizon.
DA 2014
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