Have you ever imagined the future
Or dreamed up a dream
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And then it happened

You wish you could wake
But wait

It wasn't a dream
It became reality

These bring fear
Mother of pain
They bring a halt to hopes
As the suspense cringes
No news becomes bad news

Real dreams are better
They bring Havens and Paradises
Let's lay down to sleep

The world, in our hands
Opens up as we close
We'll all be beautiful
Maybe, maybe in the dreams

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