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I've been walking without a reason.
Dreaming without hope
Days flew by like a bird
Some exciting
But none special enough to care
Everyday the same as the last.
Then you came along
Now I walk with a reason
I dream with a hope.
I notice how each day is its own
Each different from the last
Each with it's own excitement and wonder.