In dreams we spent our lives,
Our lives of the past and future.
Past lessons for the future,
And the future that is yet to come.
In the seed time of youth,
We dream the hey-days of life.
In the spring tide of life,
We dream of the hoar.
And in the decline of age,
We dream of the golden season of life.
But are dreams life?
Life is to be lived,
Live the present,
Present the is true.
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