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If our dreams
Came true
Living in Brooklyn
Just me and you
Smoking, loving
Under the moon
We would hug when it freezes
And when it's hot
Like today
We would try to stay
Away
And you know
That's not ok
Hug again
Turn on the fan
And when there is no other way
We would get hotter
And stay
Awake.
But our dreams
Didn't come true.
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