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Dreams


Each night I close my eyes And curl up in bed You couldn’t imagine The marvels in my head. It’s here in my sleep Where my dreams are conceived Full of wonder and awe You just couldn’t believe. I dream of fantasy Mystical and grand I love when I’m here In my own wonderland. They’re filled with excitement As I soar through the air And night mares give a rush From the monsters that scare. Dreams are the places Where the impossible become true There’s nothing I can’t be Nothing I can’t do. Dreams are escapes From the stress of reality Take me away To a place where I’m happy I love when I’m dreaming And this love I’ll keep Another world is waiting For me to drift off to sleep.
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