Time to Dream

July 17, 2015

Out in the sun beams, near the sea

Land of my dreams, so pure and free

Enter the world of things unseen

Swish of water, fun and green

Come with me now your journey's begun

Land of dreams, in times of trouble

The poor with give and the rich will double

Spies will tell truth from false

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