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And when I dream
Do I dream in color?
Oh it seemed like another…
Bringing me dreams my brother

A veil shrouds this enlightened heart
Did so from the start of winters cold
Solitude won’t dissuade the bold
As we know what glitters isn’t gold

Inside a start of unimaginably imaginative
Outside becomes what the believer believes
Intangibly substantive
When leaves take their leave…

I’ll bring my summer for free