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Dreams Dreams are fragile, Like the gossamer wings of a butterfly. Gently must you handle them, Lest they be torn asunder. Dreams are fragile, Like the finest glass. Careful must you be, Lest they shatter and wound ye. Dreams are strong, Like the mighty oak which stands for ages. Rely on them to carry you When all else seems lost. Dreams are strong, Like the river that rages within its banks. Wary be you, Lest ye be swept away. Dreams are everything, And nothing. |