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Dēm.
I've changed.
Anyway - gribēju iekopēt vienu lietiņu ko biju sacerējis pirms ilga ilga laika, and vēlreiz ierakstīt šurp, jo I don't care what you think but I like what I wrote.

He went to her and said -
You're everything to me, you know you are,
Even though, I probably feel about you the very same way you feel about me,
You still mean everything to me.
Let's give it a chance of a sunrise, or at least a snowball's chance in hell.
Just for a second, let's imagine us sitting on a hill, watching the sunrise which..
belongs to nobody but us. Imagine us looking at it until even our sun sets.
It's a dream. Yet it could've been the best reality, or at least a perfect memory.
We could've played hide & seek in the shadows.
We could've found each other with a flashlight.
We could've driven to the ends of the earth.
We could've dove in the spring grass and watched the sky.
Oh, if only we could've.
If only I could say what I wanted to say and mean it.
If only nobody else in the world, would've seen it.
If only it could've been our reality.
But here I sit alone with my dreams,
Looking at a view inside my head, and..
Watching the sun in the sky, with my thumb at it,
And thinking.. "Hey.. The sun's never bigger than your thumb, either."