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Day Dreamer

DELUSIONAL OR JUST A DREAM, INSANITY WOULD BE EXTREME. TO REALIZE REALITY, IS TO LIVE A LIFE OF NORMALITY. REALITY YOU WILL NOT FIND, INSIDE MY HEAD INSIDE MY MIND. I'M A DREAMER YOU MAY SAY, REJECTING COLD AND WINTERS REIGN. THE PERFECT TEMP WOULD BE SEVENTY-TWO, ON TOP A HILL WITH A PERFECT VIEW, A WARM NOON SUN AND MILD BREEZE, UNDER THE SHADE OF A SHADY TREE. A SOARING EAGLE UNDER CLEAR BLUE SKIES, NO NEED TO ASK OR WONDER WHY. WITH WILD FLOWERS ALL AROUND, I'M LOVING LIFE ON SACRED GROUND.

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