T. C. Cleary

I'm dreaming of white houses,
I'm dreaming of blue sea,
I'm dreaming of freedom,
I'm dreaming of possibility.
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It's my sanctuary,
My place of being,
My inner calm,
My way of seeing.
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A mirror,
It has eyes,
It has a face,
It has a nose.
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I miss the days when I was happy, It doesn't seem long ago.
I miss the days when I was joyful, It's a person I want to know.

I miss the days when I was carefree, when there was excitement in the air.
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Listen to the voices of your heart, they will sing,
Listen to the bells of your soul, they will ring.

Take note of the whispers of your mind, they will tell,
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I've arrived, I am here,
Go tell the people to bring the cheer,
Play some music and sing the song,
For I'm back where I belong.
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I am a wall,
I am tall,
I am long,
I am strong,
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