My long since forgteon dream.
Sadness and negative feelings is alive
and happiness is dead.
Long since I’ve forgotten my dream.
But it was not there then, bright like the sun,- a dream was made.
Just how the free tiger leaps out its cage.
Long since I’ve forgotten my dream, all I remember is the wall that rose.
Slowly at first just like the way a flower blooms,
Where I met the 100 billion stars.while I was soaring in space.
Long ago when my dream was true I saw it.
Clack! When I swung the bat and it hit it directly,
It was as if a rocket ship was soaring high into space.
Homerun.
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