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“She said to me, ‘Our love is like a pretty picture,’ and I smiled.
But then she continued, ‘Because it has never been something I can touch or feel,
Physically to me, it will never be real.
I can see it with my eyes, and I can wish it will come to life,
I don’t know what I am looking at, I know I wish I was living inside of that
The beautiful scene, trapped inside a frame on the wall, a portrait of a dream.
I could stare at it all day long, but I will never know where that picture was taken
I will never be there, unless I close my eyes and pretend it is somewhere,
Somewhere that is physically real.’”
