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Dreams, a few simple dreams
All of beauty, so it seems
Filled with colors bright and bold
Many of which are so hard to hold
I try to grasp their true meaning
None that I am used to believing
Just as I think I know what they are trying to say
My alarm sounds for me to greet the new day
But as the new day turns back to night
I hope that my dreams come back to sight

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