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Jan 2012
The Dream

He stood over the mountain
looking at the valley below
the trees and the streams
The flowers all in bloom

Seeing his dream
the animals all about
the rivers running
the wind blowing

The dreaming coming true
So beautiful so undisturbed
Yet unfinished in his heart
Something was amiss

A power he brought forth
A creature unlike any other
The power to oversee his wonders
A power they abused

He stood over the mountain
Looking down far below
The buildings upon the streets
A single tear begins to grow.

12-21-11
(I like it i like i like it)
Trevor Comeau
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