Nothing here to occupy my mind,
Going to bed see what I may find,
An angel, a spirit, a long lost soul,
Who knows the way that dreams doth go,
A wanting, a yearning for what we see,
This is not it, not meant to be,
A lesson, a way,
A path to follow,
Hopes for happiness,
For every tomorrow.
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