I was biking home.
And the sun was still there, to accompany me
Shining over rooftops, and through the trees
I haven't looked for figures in the clouds, for too long
Because they were all way too grey, I flew away
We were running through strawberry fields
Smiling,falling,kissing,dansing
And allthough I know its not gonna happen
What is left if your not allowed to dream?
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