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Inspired by Sydney Lanier's "A Ballad of Trees and the Master."
Of Hearts and Dreams Into the dream my heartache went, just to vent, to vent. Into the dream my heartache came, to vent the shame and blame. But the dreamer was not blaming it, he'd heard the sad songs sung in it. So tiny teardrops danced to it-- when into the dream it came. Out of the dream my heartthrob went, and it was well content. Out of the dream my heartthrob came, content with love and fame. Where love and fame had always been passed, the dreamer's ache would last and last. But that was in the distant past-- for out of the dream it came.
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