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Outside of Dreams
The water is now ice cold,
I can feel the bellowing in my britches,
Sky dark with stars bright,
Making a line across the galaxy in stitches
Eyes searching over yonder,
In the grass be the imp,
The trees have gone to sleep now,
The willow’s branches limp
The shallow moon has come out to play,
Bringing night to cover day,
And if my family could only see,
There is beauty outside of dreams
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