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i want to spend the rest of my life in Paris, sitting in quaint cafes, watching beautiful people walk pass. i want to sit by my balcony of my little cottage in the countryside, sipping tea and reading novels. i want to walk barefooted in my garden, feeling the soft grass beneath my feet and smelling the freshness of air. i want to feel pampered, loved and wanted. i want prince charming to come, dance with me like there's no tomorrow and hold me, never letting go. i want to continue dreaming that my life will be as perfect as this and that life isn't what it is now. its all stairway to heaven's fault. |