Figments of dream we are;
Of the fairness in love and war
Reigns supreme the "dream".
Coming of pristine sleep
Unknown and slightly a-creep,
Floats the dream everywhere.
Empires rise and fall
Like men, short or tall;
Hey, can you hear the scream?
From distant grounds of mind
Trills the shadowy call behind
Think not ye, but dream anywhere.
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nice one :-)
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