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WHAT OF THE DREAMS,
LONG FORGOT,
WHY DO THEY CREEP STILL BACK.
ARE THEY NOT,
JUST FANTASIES,
FOLLIES OF OUR PAST.
OR DO THEY STILL SPEAK TO US,
OF WHAT WE COULD BECOME.
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TO STILL DREAM
TO STILL DREAM
