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As daylight creeps across a sleeping form
Dreams hurry to be seen Before the day banishes them. They seem real, almost tangible. Much like the stars So close to earth That you swear You could reach out and touch them Daylight touches the eyes And they blink open Chasing the dreams away. But you know That you'll see them again And you'll know them at once Like a lost friend
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