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The poor dream of riches, The wealthy of love. Love from the women And the holy above. The lonely dream to Grow in glory, So when they die, People know their story. The unfortunate dream Of success and love, They send their prayers To the listeners above. Wanters; they dream. But dreamers; they do. They take all they Aspire to be, And grow to become that, Their dreams set them free.
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
A Dream
The poor dream of riches, The wealthy of love. Love from the women And the holy above. The lonely dream to Grow in glory, So when they die, People know their story. The unfortunate dream Of success and love, They send their prayers To the listeners above. Wanters; they dream. But dreamers; they do. They take all they Aspire to be, And grow to become that, Their dreams set them free.
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Agender/Colorado, United States
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
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