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It's a Dream

I was flying high My mind sees the vision I focus my thoughts And a mountain appears I begin to see myself with wings The wind is now beneath me Looking down the landscape changes A rainbow reaches out into the sky The sun is gleaming bright Its rays caress my face I begin to hear trumpets playing Followed by bells ringing Everything around me slowly changes and suddenly I find myself back in my bed with the alarm clock going off. How rude!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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