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The dream fades away
With the number in age
The only thing left is the truth
The truth about something that could have been made
And something what could have been done
When looking around - there's nothing but shame
When only thing left's looking back
The past was the faith
The faith was the love
But past cannot ever come back
With future in hands, the hope in the bag,
What stops from believing in dreams?
Move forward, don't blame,
The bad doesn't last
Make future-let that be your past.
© Copyright: Анастасия Бац, 2014
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