Terrible sleep... WHY she came into my dream again, with that beautiful melody Comptine d'Un Autre Été (I mean the version played by some street artists on the main road in Manchester, 10.01.2016). Again, can hardly recall the details but woke up with these words in my mind: "We cry when we are sad. We laugh when we are happy. BUT sometimes we do things differently. Like, we cry when we are happy and we laugh when we are sad."
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Spring dream？