Dreaming
End of a day
Passing into the night
The sun slowly slipping away
Until dreams become our reality
And perfect hope springs eternal
Floating out of our dreams
A day is born
Dreaming
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Dreaming
End of a day
Passing into the night
The sun slowly slipping away
Until dreams become our reality
And perfect hope springs eternal
Floating out of our dreams
A day is born
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