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I Have A Dream
I open my eyes and look up at the big blue sky.
I often wonder as I lull into a slumber, the dreams I have, the joys I shared.
When I was a kid I had a dream of a house with chocolate and cream, a genie with a lamp and a harp that sang.
Now, I am a bit older, I dream of bikes with bow ties and pigtails that could fly.
Then I dreamt of sailing to the moon, with a prince who made me swoon.
As I grew more, the dreams moved farther as sleep was less n work was harder.
Oh how I miss my dreams