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Dreams | ||
When I'm tired I go to bed. After all my prayers are said, Sleeping well until I wake, On the street of dreams I take. Sometimes dreams may seem like work! Then I wake up with a jerk. Other times the dreams are soft, Carrying my soul aloft. I don't worry what they mean. I forget what I have seen. Praise the Lord that I can be Living in reality. | ||
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