Every night when I sleep
I dream about
The Field of Dreams
I Must say that
I just love to dream
Also I never stop dreaming
Because dreaming is
Like breathing
I aIso see the field of Dreams
Alive
Also, I Don't have any
Money
To buy the field of Dreams
Because I am a poor man
And I believe that it must be
Very expensive to buy
The Field of Dreams
Let somebody rich
Buy the Field of Dreams
And the Field of Dreams
Backs on to a ravine
There is already a nice house
It is a bangalow
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