He thought he'd met the man of his dreams,
A man who'd make his dreams come true,
As he danced with his toes wet,
In the sweet summer grass.
But alas,
The man of his dreams was a liar,
There to prove that dreams,
Dreams don't come true.
Dreams only come true,
If you're true,
True to you.
R.L.J.
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