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A being of dreams. One that imagines No shadow to a light, That conjures a life for eternity, That hopes for the sake of hoping... And one that dreams The beauty of beauty. Such dreams though Are not always attainable. It matters not, For I am a dream molder, One of a race of many That dream If only just to dream...
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