What it really meansA Poem by Andre PetersonThis would make a good song.
What's it like to live inside of a dream?
Where you and I are both free. Tell me something about what you can see. I know for certain that we will hold the key. To the sunrise, to the sunset. To everything that lies beneath. To our wishes. They soon will be a memory. We have everything, you know it a perfect theme. For now, I know what it really means.
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