Indeed, indeed. And what should I go back to, and what should I go on for?
We live more for our small hopes and dreams. But when they're gone, we stagger and stumble, and fall. And then what.. then what?
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We dream again and hope.
Then you nurse your heart, looking out always for a newer set of small dreams.
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