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Imagining Dreams

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I was in the hall, a typical day,
When my mind did wander, and wander away.
I imagined a beach, desolate and bare,
I imagined darkness, with me in its lair.
I pulled out my sword, my great fiery light.
And conquered that darkness, along with the night.
The sun then arose, so bright overhead,
and whispered good morning, you sleepyhead.




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