DREAMS



   Dreams with golden wings.  They can sing.

   They, bring a feeling like the spring.

   Dreams fly, all across the sky.

   They make you want to cry.  They make you want to ask why.



   They come walking.  They come talking.

   Dreams knock at the door.

   They are impossible to ignore.

   Dreams call you on the phone.  They won't leave you alone.



             Dreams are there every day.  

    They, with you, always want to play.

   Dreams with you, always want to stay.

   They from you, never go away.



   They are there when you're blue.  Yes, it's true.

   You, on that, can make a bet.  They'll never forget.



   Dreams cry.  They never say goodbye.

   They stay in your mind.  They can make you blind.  

   They hard to find.  

   Dreams are always in your head.  

   That's where they stay.  They love to play.

   They never go away.

   They're with you, every night in bed.

  

   They scream and shout.

   You know what they're about.

  

   They are there when you have fears.

   They are there when you have tears.

   They are there for years.

  

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