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Shakespeare misquoted me


To sleep perchance to dream

But you got it wrong Shakespeare

I dream perchance to sleep

I only sleep eight hours a day

But I dream constantly

I dream dreams that give purpose to my life

Hitler and all his army could not stop my dreams

I dream vast worlds into existence

I create rainbows of dreams

My dreams are an artwork

And I have the only brush

I dream of a future a new life a family

But then I dream of the past and my life and my family

And I think of how nice it is to just be here now dreaming

Someday I will earn the right to call myself old

And I will look back on my life and see how all my dreams came true

and then perchance to sleep

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