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DREAMING DREAMS OF REALITIES
Why, only in dreams do we become entirely free
From the gloom and doom of our present melee?
Why, in dreams only, do we become entirely free,
Flying high in the sky, free as we always wanted to be?
Why can’t I dream dreams of visions I can mold
Into dreams of realities of my being brave and bold?
If dreams are preludes of things coming to be,
Let me dream liberty lively dreaming back to me:-
Here, wide awake among hopeful thoughts of life,
Let me mold my sweet dreams into my life's reality.