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The Unbelievable
I was sitting alone beside the river
Enjoying the loneliness not knowing what else to do
I saw you running towards me with open arms
And could hear you shouting, 'I Love you';'I Love you.'
For a moment my world turned into a statue
Nothing around me seemed to move as if they were stuck with magical glue
I sat thinking,for it drove me into confusion-
Could it ever be true, or is it just another illusion.
You came to me and fixed your eyes on mine
By then, I gathered courage to woo you to be my Valentine;
I could not feel the earth beneath my feet
When you said that you love me and you mean it.
But suddenly I felt cold water over my body
My eyes opened slowly to see my daddy
It was ten o'clock and I had missed my school
I got up and ran fast, with my dad behind me,like a mad bull.
The dreams are my only treasure
Who serve me with great pleasure
They bring you, O Beautiful, close to me
Which perhaps can never happen in reality.
Enjoying the loneliness not knowing what else to do
I saw you running towards me with open arms
And could hear you shouting, 'I Love you';'I Love you.'
For a moment my world turned into a statue
Nothing around me seemed to move as if they were stuck with magical glue
I sat thinking,for it drove me into confusion-
Could it ever be true, or is it just another illusion.
You came to me and fixed your eyes on mine
By then, I gathered courage to woo you to be my Valentine;
I could not feel the earth beneath my feet
When you said that you love me and you mean it.
But suddenly I felt cold water over my body
My eyes opened slowly to see my daddy
It was ten o'clock and I had missed my school
I got up and ran fast, with my dad behind me,like a mad bull.
The dreams are my only treasure
Who serve me with great pleasure
They bring you, O Beautiful, close to me
Which perhaps can never happen in reality.
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