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When you let your dreams for your life become your reality, then wake up to the fact that it is just a dream.
Let me press my lips upon your brow,
for
I must journey away from you now.
For this I must confess, you speak the
truth when you say I live my days in
but
a dream.
Yet if despair should overcome in the
rise or setting sun within my vision, does
this mean
all is gone.
Is all that we imagine just a vision within
a vision.
I stand alone against the roar as the
waves
torment the shore and hold within my hand grains
of this pure white sand.
How they swiftly seep through
my fingers to the
deep. While the pounding waves reflect the whaling
deep, deep within my soul.
For Oh, my
darling I can not hold them within my
grasp, can not save even one from the ripping waves
that have torn at the very
fabric of this weary soul.
Is all that we imagine just a vision within a vision.
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