Drift into the world of your dreams
For they are the essence of your emotions.
They create a desire that gleams
And is more dangerous than mystical potions.
These dreams that smile, these dreams that kill
Inject a sensation that reality can’t fill.
So why are these dreams making a fool of me?
Why do they laugh at what I try to be?
Why do they lift me up just to bring me down,
And why do they enjoy seeing me frown.
As great and painful as dreaming is
Nothing makes me wonder more than this:
That even though my dreams don’t seem to glimmer
Why do I love so much to be a dreamer?

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