renounce, throwing away our dreams and we end
, melancholic, with regret, at times almost
chase,
from far away, where there are now unattainable.
Just because we feared that this might become,
so we made them ourselves.
Framers of our fear, we ignore
that dreams are made not only to be made, but
, first of all,
happy to wake up in the morning.
Never stop dreaming, never stop believing
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