Before I met you I was a dreamer.
I dreamt of trees, birds and butterflies.
I never had a dream about someone
who will ride a white horse and will come to me;
for I know I am no princess.
You came along like the sun rays passing
through the veil of fog;
lit up my dreams.
Now I do not call myself a dreamer.
I live in them
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