

Dreaming"Dreaming"Dreaming
Remembering a time long ago,
Times forgotten as we move with the flow,
When we were happy, and carefree,
living in a time of great harmony,
the nights were wonderful, and bright,
the stars illuminated the night,
Setting off a mysterious atmosphere,
full of excitement and fear,
The tree's wispering darkly things,
Flying about the horizon on my hearts wings,
surveying the woods over which I fly,
surveying the beautiful night sky,
We're laug
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Art is a door to the soul, but not everyone has the key to open it.
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