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Dreamer, what do you see?
Eagles soaring the brilliant blue sky,
As kings of their cloudy castle?

Blue skies will crumble into a darkness,
And hark an eerie greeting
To crawilng creatures who haunt sweet slumbers.

Dreamer, what do you wish?
An agility like the angelic figures in your feeble imagination,
Dancing in perfect step to the musical whispers of the wind?

Thunder will reign over those delicate whispers.
And such heavenly waltzes will be swept away
During the struggle to run free from bellowing crashes.

Dreamer, what do you know?
To soar as an eagle,
To dance as an angel,
Amidst the darkness,
Through the rain.
That such fantasy suspended by reality--
Therein lies the beauty of dreaming.