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A dream is like a worn out cloud
Drifting across an endless plain.
You could hear a thousand sounds,
Like the rattle of a chain.
They may make you scream and sweat
Or they could make you happy,
You may make a perfect set
Or you could end up sappy.
Sometimes you hear shrieks of terror,
Or a frightened call,
You might see a torn up letter
Floating across the hall.
You may see a lake
Full of peaceful memories,
Or your mind could be full of hate,As you wait through the centuries.