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Prince Dreamer
Name: Patrick Fehroz
First Breath on: 04th November 1987
Small Size
Loves Music
Likes to dance
Day Dreamer
Loves to talk
Huge Dreams
Respect people who tries. Even if it is a small thing or even if it fails.
Dance... The poetry of movements.. Every step links to another.. It tells a story.. A story only spoken by a body.. A story which comes from inside.. which never lies.. It let others see what music is.. Fit for everyone.. No matter who you are. Dance is my pulse, my heartbeat, my breathing . Its the rhythm of my life. Its an expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy!
The Story
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Dreamer @ Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sitting here in this room
Where everyone is deep in slumber
I have this feeling
Something I have been battling with
There is this emptiness within me
An emptiness only One can fill
Yet I hesitate so much to reach out
To the One who heals
My spirit yearns to stop
But my flesh pulls me back
It's not that I don't want to
I'm finding it difficult to
The love that I have
Is above all the love in the world
Yet I search for a love
That will never last
Why does it has to be me?
Most of me wants this to stop
But a part of me wishes otherwise
What should I do, I don't know!
thanx for all the great kicks
Sitting here in this room
Where everyone is deep in slumber
I have this feeling
Something I have been battling with
There is this emptiness within me
An emptiness only One can fill
Yet I hesitate so much to reach out
To the One who heals
My spirit yearns to stop
But my flesh pulls me back
It's not that I don't want to
I'm finding it difficult to
The love that I have
Is above all the love in the world
Yet I search for a love
That will never last
Why does it has to be me?
Most of me wants this to stop
But a part of me wishes otherwise
What should I do, I don't know!
thanx for all the great kicks
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