I am a dreamer, I imagine too much
My imaginations are so strong that I can see things happening even before they happen
I saw betrayal of my lover when she snatched the ring from my hand
These cold winds gives me dreams of her smell and touch
Sometimes I can recall conversations word to word with expressions, voice and mannerism so vividly
When I was just a school going boy I used to tell stories to people who would believe it without question
I used to lie a lot like a con man who only con people and himself because he has so much to live and tell
Like Don Juan I have been falling in love so many times
O my heart how many more dreams you are going to dream?
Do you remember the end?
I even know how I am going to die?
It will not be a natural one but a voluntary death
I imagined the way how should one die like a spartan
For I am a dreamer my world is the dream world
Who wants to die like an average man?
I planned my own death where I will say I did it my way just the way I lived and I now say I did it my way
O Frank Sinarta sing another song for me
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On Tue, Dec 1, 2020 at 9:37 PM The Portrait of an Artist wrote:
> Hasich posted: ” I am a dreamer, I imagine too much My imaginations are so > strong that I can see things happening even before they happen I saw > betrayal of my lover when she snatched the ring from my hand These cold > winds gives me dreams of her smell and touc” >
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