I Am The Dream
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When hope dies, I fly to my home,
Beyond the spiral world's foam,
My tired dreams get renewed,
I return vigorously to cover the nude,
When cloth is dirty and old
Precious element; diamond and gold
Making a tale to be told
Freeing cage flew I, none can hold,
I am the source of your dreams
That you dream
Connected with heaven, always gleam
I am a light bright, I am soul, I am the dream
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