Wherein do dreams lie in your philosophy?
In the realm of a deluded mind?
In the chasing of mere fantasy?
Wherein does love go in your own mastery?
In surrender only to the world?
In check to give to one completely?
Wherein do hopes lead to sorrows only?
In a promise that clings to its vision?
In a heart that wants but joyous unity?
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