Dream: Not Scream
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O dream! Really thou keepeth fire wings,
To cross the high sky; beyond the rings,
Yet, you resides within the dreamers world,
You gallop or fly, I know, you're a wish hurled
Thought grubs you, you eat the thought yield
And dreamer-between fuel and flame- a wick,
You are true when we save you with the shield
Careless to thy deeds nothing but a dream sick
Ploughing, sowing, watering, manuring our deed
Luck like sun, a factor, forget not—yield that lead
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