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Every day the sun rolls by
Across the sky and through night's door

Every night the stars light high
Above the earth and shine once more

Any day her boat might fly
Across the waves and to the shore

Because in the end you can't always choose what to keep.
You can only choose how you let it go.

Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday.
That's how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have.