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| When at night I choose to dream Things are never what they seem. Situations are bizarre And my soul can travel far. Great adventures come my way As I dream of work and play. Though I strong emotions feel When I wake they were not real. Is there meaning in the trip? Does God have it in His grip? Maybe I shall never know Why the dreams just come and go. | ||
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