I am a dreamer,
Not a loser.
I am a Poet,
Not a puppet.
I am a winner,
A realist,
A pacifist,
And a dreamer.
There is hope,
Just like there is a Pope.
Things happen for a season.
Well, this is a strange season
To cry foul.
Be loud
And proud,
And let the fools bow
In front the bowel.
I am a dreamer,
A winner.
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