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The Sight of Dreams

The sight that is mysterious in many ways, It is hard to explain day by day. Though I wonder why, How come I can see dreams that cannot be told. I dream of people that I have not seen. I felt it was weird to me. I did wonder still but one dream kept me alive. I dreamed that I danced with a girl at the ocean, She was beautiful. Though, I had a strange feeling it was you. The way it felt to be hold tight. The way in how she said, "I will always protect you." The sight of dreams I will always keep as a gift. But remembering that dream of you is a better gift...

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