Dreams

Poem By Robert Tannahill

I dream, do you?
It's the natural thing to do.
Dreams have not limits, there's wrongs and rights,
You can live a lifetime in the short hours of the nights.
Dreams of love, hate, and fear,
Some are vague and some are clear.
We dream of reaching for the stars,
We dream the future from where we are.
Good dreams do come true,
And they are custom made for me and you

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