My dreams they come and go like dust in wind
but in the morn I wake and find the lie
and sad my heart becomes, yes hard to mend
a dream too good, my God please tell me why
These things I wish were true in truth are not
and sleep I fear for dreams will go ahead
to take me to the place I have not caught
and stir within a hope that kills instead
Forgive me please for if I look adrift
Not I a man to live inside the dream
yet wish do I that this specific rift
were true indeed, alas, the perfect scene
Aha! I'll go and make the best I can
and in the end you cannot say I ran
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