I had a dream that we were in some house.
It was not your house, neither was it mine.
There it was, a house made up of parts of different houses I have seen.
A table from my one, a door from another, a window from someplace else.
In that house, there was a bed, the bed from your house.
Just because of that bed, even though, it was not your house, in my dream it was.
It was not your house, neither was it mine.
There it was, a house made up of parts of different houses I have seen.
A table from my one, a door from another, a window from someplace else.
In that house, there was a bed, the bed from your house.
Just because of that bed, even though, it was not your house, in my dream it was.
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