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Dreams are made of beautiful things,
Like sunlight glist'ning off golden wings.
Some inspire, or open new doors,
'twas hidden, but found, seed planted long 'fore.
Travel 'cross time-space, touch an unknown race,
Soar through the air, find new meaning there.
Climb a high tower, be back in an hour,
Act as someone new, never catch a flu:
All take part in the Dreamworld of their hearts,
Inspired by perfection unobtainable by present reality...
But soon to come.
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