.:Waking from Dreams:.

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Sitting beneath the clouded sky
I dream and hope for times gone by
With each floating thought I sigh
And dream the dream of tomorrow

Lost in a world of dark
Only the sun showing stark
Can lead me to the flowered park
So that I can dream the dream of tomorrow

Through the centuries I glide
Looking for my love to guide
A brave knight to be by my side
But it is only a dream, the dream of tomorrow

Each breath becomes harder to take
For every dream must end and wake
And every love must forsake
For it is only a dream, and it always ends in sorrow

:poetry::tomes: