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Dear Dream of mine,
My life flashes by in a ray of colors,
with so many frames and images that pass on.
they aren't just pictures, they are masterpieces of water color, a work of art,
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Like the dying dwindling fire
The embers rekindle Life
As the dog left All alone
Still protects his bone
Like the burnt out Mother
Excuse me, little mind.
May you speak, may you shine.Your intelligence sparkles---
Yes, let it be bright.No one else gets you,
