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To Dark Eyes Dreaming
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teddy49
Whyville Poet |
Dreams go fast and far these days.
They go by Rocket thrust.
They go arrayed in lights or in the dust of stars.
Dreams, these days,
or very old,
They can be black, or blue or gold.
They need no special charts, nor any fuel.
It seems, only one rule applies, to all our dreams,
They will not fly except in open sky.
A fenced-in dream will die.
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