A dream it brings
Of a river white
Where an angel sings.
Standing tall
She spreads her wings.
With a smile,
She springs,
To the sky,
To fallen kings.
Your eyes open
The light stings.
You�re in your room,
Missing dream things.
Richard
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A dream it brings Of a river white Where an angel sings. Standing tall She spreads her wings. With a smile, She springs, To the sky, To fallen kings. Your eyes open The light stings. You�re in your room, Missing dream things. Richard |
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