My real name is the purple dreams
Yesterday my name was a shooting star,
Rolling across ends in the greenish Milky Way
Tomorrow my name will be Pluto
The coldest of all planets
Freezing wondering ghosts of yesterdays problems
In my dreams I stand
Behind a mirrored glass
Sticking my left foot in the sunny yellow grass
Forever I’ll be…
The word everyone strive for…
Success!
The man with the golden regalia
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