The Dream
The dream walking
Across borders of freedom
Let there be sight to see
No darkness to take
The dwellers live
They wish they can fly
In the clouds of misty white
With wings heavenly gates
The new moon
The sight of many golden rays
Dancing with the whirring breezes
The silhouettes in the golden light
Yet it is in dream
The unthinkable floating into space
Across borders of freedom
No darkness to take
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