Wild fantasies in a single dream, Hotter than a suns lonely beam, A joy of happiness clouds my thought, As I see the wishes that my day has brought, The great dreamer determines what will occur, If my day brings saddness he gives me the cure, As I awake memories of my dream feel numb, I wait for the time when the next dream will come.Birth sign: Not entered
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