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Golden Dreams

Dreams falling from my hand
Like small golden grains of sand.
I watch them, sparkle and shine
Knowing they will never be mine.

They're stolen, one by one
Shot far from me with a gun.
One was plucked apart by love,
Another kidnapped by a dove.

Hate is sharp and tears them-
Pain's strength has crushed them.
I just watch them all,
In their golden waterfall.



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