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A Dream.

As the drizzling rain showers the grass,
I am visited by a dream, for the reason that it has
These are the thoughts I sing but, spiked with with a spell of reality
In this world of mine, Love exists with the charm of immortality
It wraps around me singing my worries to sleep,
This is what the night offers me to keep,
Taking me into the beauty of my thoughts;
Away from the darkness of life with which i fought,
This sunless night that comes for me every day;

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