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A short poem about dreams. May not make any sense at all. |
| As a child I dreamed of what I wanted to be, And things I haven't seen. As a youth I dreamed of what I should have been, And things I'll never see. As an adult I dreamed of what I've always been, And things I'll see again. And now, as an old woman, I dream all my dreams, And know that they've come true. |