Still, our dreams are mere dreams
It live for the late night
It die in the sunbeams.
It's alive to the light
Or it just what it seems!
They dream of the dawn sight
I dream of dewy steams..
Look up, down, left or right,
Birds, humans teams by teams
Leaving to the far bright..
And in the winter themes
Dreams are dressed in wight!
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