Some dreams are high,
Which makes us fly.
Some of them are low,
That everyone know.
Dreams make our thoughts pure.
Nothing to be obscure.
Now, a positive aura takes with us.
And we acheive esteem, thus.
The power of dreams,
Enlights the darkness
Making a clear path
Creating a brightness.
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