"There are dreamers, and there are realists in this world. You would think the dreamers would find the dreamers, and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need a realist to keep them from getting too close to the sun, and the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground."

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No more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do - I wonder why

One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told

Here I go again - the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That’s stuck in heavy clouds of rain.

One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told

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"Oh I’m, I’m just a tree
My leaves are with him
But my roots are with thee"

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The flower on the rose bush
ruby velvet
single but strong
sweet and sickly potent odour
taste it on my tongue

Thick the stem that holds it straight
emerald armour
protects its gut
sunlight feeds its precious veins
straight into the mud

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