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There is a colossal load in my mind
It is composed of fear, thoughts, hopes, and dreams
It remains in a place I cannot find
It looks as if it will burst at the seams
Reality will soon be on it's way
Our dreams will fly out the gates of our mind
And we will find the way to a new day
There will be only few souls that are kind
We'll need to do everything for ourselves
If we do not, our lives will waste away
The dreams we've dreamed will now be put on shelves
The dreams we've dreamed will now crumble like clay
The lucky few who hold on to their dreams,
Do not sing a requiem but shine like beams





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