I dreamed of a story,
the story that no wrong history had permission to repeat itself,
I dreamed of a story,
the story that no green body could be painted in red,
the one that I wouldn't feel pain, I wouldn't see the green painter killed at the end,
I dreamed of a dream...
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We dream with you. We weep for those lost today. They were so brave, the regime was so cowardly. Lots of love to you today.
Lucky you, that can at least still dream...My dreams are lost, my teeth grinding at night is back...
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