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Dreams
Oh wonderful Morpheus
weaver of childhood dreams
bring me to a wonderful place
of chariots and runaway horses
enchanted in cloudy mist...
I'll drift away to childhood woods
only to dream and dream
forgetting about the cold harsh world
as I chase my fairy tale princess
saving her from the dragon...
I dream my bed is but a cloud
drifting off towards falling star
reaching for celestial supernova
all the way to Andromeda
to the green Elysian Fields...
When I awake from golden slumber
to the cruel world of falling sky
I'll pray for blissful nature
that we will be a dream within a dream
with runaway horses and fairy tale princess...
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