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| Dreams Can be frivolous fancy And fools fall in love on a whim. But I was never one to get chancy And now all that I am is him. Some never see their miracle; Blindly they walk on by. Some spend their lives satirical; Others don't even try. But I'm not like the others. I've known one's there for me; One wise and sweet and filled with love; One looking and hoping like me. One with courage and open to love And aching to be held near, A miricle born 'neath my star above, A love meant for me down here. Well I've just found my miracle. And as unlikely as it may seem, The boy who's charged my life with joy Is the boy who fell out of my dream. |