Oh, why so many dreams bestowed

in young and tender years,

fall into drifting dust decay 

then sadly disappear.

Are dreams to blame for broken hearts

and quiet hour’s remorse?

Or is the dreamer born of guilt

for veering from its course?

Are dreams unfair for rising up

to skies in brilliant hue?

Perhaps they take no time for thought

and ask too much to d...

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