Power of Dreams
If I had the power of dreams
Then the dream that I dreamed
In the night would not disappear
In the light of the morning's new sun
And magic of dust dancing
Like sprites as I open my eyes.
Life would become like a fantasy
Formed by a sapphire star
With musical notes from afar
Drifting through the open window
Of my hopes and the shadows
That shroud and shape loneliness.
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