Sunday, September 30, 2018

269/365/Dreamsongs

I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair. Dream a little dream of me. Last night I had the strangest dream I’d ever dreamed before. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I can’t make you open your heart, but I can dream, can’t I? Dream on. The dream police—they’re coming to arrest me.

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