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Great romantics. I and my wife.
Candle light dinners at a far off resort.
A full moon night by the beach
With the waves washing our feet.
One coconut, two straws.
Hand in hand a walk in the misty mounts.
Beautiful dreams. Fantasies really...
Because we both lead seperate lives.
Have to. To make ends meets.
She works 9 to 5
And I work flexitime
(16 hours a day, If I have to
Continue getting my pay cheque)

The only time we have together is
On sundays, when she catches up
On her week's housework.
And I, the chauvanist that I'm
Try to catch up with the world
With old newspapers and TV.

But every sunday we do have
Candle lit dinners.
Courtesy of the KEB.

The waves do wash our feet
when the rain drain in
front of the gate overflows.

We break through the thick city smog
when we leave together for our jobs.

And every day and night
We dream the same dreams. Seperately.
Hoping against hope that we'll live it.
Someday...