<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=104825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If There Are The Thigns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If these are the things that<br>Dreams are made of<br>Why dont I dream<br>Anymore<br>Ive tried to tell myself<br>Nothings changed my dear<br>But I look around me<br>And think maybe thats not so<br>I only have nightmares<br>And wake up with cold sweat<br>Coming through my pores<br>Why dont I dream anymore<br>Im in the garden<br>All the trees bear fruit<br>I have to pick them before they fall<br>I finally grab one<br>I hold it in my hand<br>I open it up<br>Its rotten to the core<br>Why dont I dream anymore<br>If these are the things that<br>Dreams are made of<br>Why dont I dream<br>Anymore<br>We lose our patience<br>Lose our trust<br>Yes we lose our innocence<br>To forget our sorrow and hide our pain<br>We lose old memories<br>But dreams are what lifes worth living for<br>I wish I could dream<br>Once more<br>Im in the garden<br>All the trees bear fruit<br>I have to pick them before they fall<br>I finally grab one<br>I hold it in my hand<br>I open it up<br>Its rotten to the core<br>Why dont I dream anymore<br>If these are the things that<br>Dreams are made of<br>Why dont I dream anymore<br>Ive tried to tell myself<br>Its all for the best my dear<br>But I look around me and think<br>Maybe thats not so<br>I only have nightmares<br>Wake up in a cold sweat<br>Have I become as corrupt<br>As all I abhor<br>Im in the garden<br>All the trees bear fruit<br>I have to pick them before they fall<br>I finally grab one<br>I hold it in my hand<br>I open it up<br>Its rotten to the core<br>Why dont I dream anymore<br>If these are the things that<br>Dreams are made of<br>If these are the things that<br>Dreams are made of<br>If these are the things that<br>Dreams are made of<br>I dont want anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Tracy Chapman - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=104825" data-title="If There Are The Thigns" data-description="If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why dont I dream Anymore Ive tried to tell myself Nothings changed my dear But I look around me And think maybe thats not so I only have nightmares And wake up with cold sweat Coming through my pores..."></div> </div> </div>

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