One dream awakens the heart with titans,
Once the lights are dimmed forever in the arts,
When waiting has erupted like an angry unfit volcano,
Dancing in the night with life and dread and shame.
One dreams a night for the formations to master
Their formations, to master those we must strive;
One dreams in artistic fashion as we enlighten the majority
Of thinkers, those wonderful men of high renown.
The sticks are drawn together forcing the wandering men
To wonder as well, towards the lands of imagination
And the seas of endeavour, forming phalanxes
That meander so swiftly inside their accused circles.
A dream carries our minds into the Pacific Ocean,
And then to lands far, so farther than our joys and triumphs,
Where dreams come true and mighty castles stand about
In all their heavenly glory.
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