The Dream
The Dream
Find it easy to get what you want
Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away
Does it seem as if people care
No they just ignore that with rolls of fog across acres of land
Ignorance to the one who thrives with grapes
As they fall to their graves
The ones with the dust get the blame.
As dust rises they become stronger
As the grapes ripen their fall is invertible
As the young become old
the weak become strong
strong become weak
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