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To dream

To dream is to sleep
Something so precious 
To ride the highest winds in the sky
To run faster than those winds
Running through time itself
Time of a resting soul
Chasing all of life's loves
And life is a bigger dream
Touching whatever is there
In this England of mine
Made in greens and grey
From blood and toil
To the beauty in my mind
And the beating hearts
That are now together again
Together in my mind
Resting in the night
Resting for the next day
For to sleep is to dream

◄ Run for your life

Sunday morning time ►

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Randy Horton

Tue 10th Oct 2017 12:26

Really nice. This is the quote from Caliban in the Tempest it made me think of: "Sometimes I hear a thousand twanging instruments hum at my ears, and sometimes voices that send me back to sleep even if I had just woken up—and then I dreamed of clouds opening up and dropping such riches on me that when I woke up, I cried because I wanted to dream again."

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