Dreams are white at the age of seven.
They hide a unique smiling on its branch.
They hide purity at the root of it.
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Dreams are pink at the age of seventeen.
There are rough storms.
Sorrows add a chain to the black ring.
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Dreams are blue at thirties.
Shallow eyes hide deep meaning.
Thoughts are considerate.
Hearts are fragile.
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Maybe dreams are black at seventies.
There are looks misty in the eyes.
As well as deep breath.
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Maybe dreams are green at seventies.
In addition to the youthful owned,
The life is going on amongst the calls of my grandma and grandpa.
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