I was drifting on from dream to dream
Hoping find the forgotten realm
Did it really existed?
Was it just an non-existent place?
Everything I knew is that I looted
In the dream of a strange place.I'm not thief, it was mine
But how did I loose it in the mine?
I woke up once again
I lost everything I obtainShall I go once again in this dream?
Will I find my own realm?
Will it be once again forgotten?
Until myself can be forgiven
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New Three's strorie
RandomUn poème autre. Qui reste celui d'un enfant. Voilà je pense que c'est la que je vais mettre ce que je veux dire ce me passe à l'esprit. Bonne journée.