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Dreaming of sunny days, I am crying,

Where are you sunny boy?

Where are you little sneakers?

Who run so fast and give me enjoy?

How the summer days end,

Here, we are along in the sand

Of time,

Deprived of the warmth heart

Of life.

How coffee gets cold.

Sandman crumbled long ago.

He is not a little monster anymore.

What haunts you at night,

To kiss and turn off the light.