The Dreamer
March 31, 2016
Of vast empty seas
And towering mountains
Of wind blown valleys
And long abandoned lanes
I come through fear
I come through pain
I come through loss
I come through gain
I am the wind
I am the moon
I am the watcher
I will come soon
The wolves will howl
The birds will sing
The wind will whistle
And bells will ring
I am coming
In your sleep
I am coming
In a dream so deep
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