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Sep 2012
All through the night
My dreams recite
A life I planned for thee
Where our children would play
And at night they pray
To grow up and love like we
But as the sun does rise
I come to realize
That I was in a dream
So I wait for the day
Where I can finally stay
In a world with closed eyes
Christopher Smith
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