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Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in a sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me.
Mama’s and Papa’s Dream a Little Dream of Me
I can’t possibly be the only person who builds up unrealistic expectations, only to have the dawn of day and the smell of coffee make you realize that honey child, you can dream all you want, you’re just not going to get what you’re dreaming for. Of. About. Is that a dangling participle?
