| Dream | ||||||
| Dream of the setting sun at the end of the day Or the moon's luster over a tranquil bay Dream of memories that you once had Or maybe something that a person once said Dream of long summer days Or the beatutiful spring mornings of may Dream of footprints in the sand While a string of sand dunes separates the land Dream of angels coming from the sky As waves wash away with a gentle sigh For if you dream of these many things You will remember how an angel sings So remember all these things I have told you And anges will softly hold you |
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| Lisa Wolf 1997 | ||||||