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Dreams

Reality is a result of dreams
Our lives are formed from them it seems
When we start out and we are young,
We dream of things that will later come
Happy endings and fairytales,
Sunny days and boats with sails
Dreams of night or of day,
Places near or far away
As we grow and take our chances,
We dream of success and hope for advances
Challenges and happiness will come and go,
This is where the green grass grows
Dreams of night or of day,
Places near or far away
While life passes we still dream
And try to remember things once seen
Nearing the end our dreams grow dim
The memory passes of things within
Dreams of day or night it seems,
Reality is born of dreams





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