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Dreamer

 Never a noisy place,
seems to sleep all day,
does it dream, the trees,
their fantastic forms,
all illusion, how do
I enter such a place ?
Many shapes to challenge,
must dream, enter the mind
nature wrought, to
begin this never-land
I can understand only
in the fog of make believe.
Believe I must,
truth can be hard to bare,
to dream each day
in such a place is all I ask,
why I call each day
in thorn-proof green,
breathless, silent disbelief.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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