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| In Dreamer's Eyes |
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| The darkness of the night, Cold as freshly fallen snow, Speaks more to me of home, Than anyone would know. I know what waits within, Is warmth of hearth and home, Yet I would rather rest, Beneath this sparkling dome. The stars so far above, Like sisters of my heart, Yet as with all I know, Forever far apart. I wish that I could be there, Shining from night skies, To see myself below, Bright in dreamer's eyes. |
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