Come true, my dream of what is soon to come
I dreamt that you were with me, so was I
Succumb to foes who beg me to succumb
Supply, in short, had limited supply
Then give me all I ever wanted then
Please, hand it back, or throw it, if you please
When time is harsh, it never warns us when
Disease will burn our dreams or strike disease
For years I have not known what they are for
But I am true to them, and nothing but
More often than I wake, I dream of more
Put kindly, they come true, but harshly put
Too many nights have took me with them too
You god of dreams, I will be back for you
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