Dreaming
Remember that dream of places and faces
Leaves that moved with the breeze
A word that went unheard
Sparks from a fire that rose higher
And the stream of icy cold water that washed it all away?
Not all those who wander are lost.
Remember that dream of places and faces
Leaves that moved with the breeze
A word that went unheard
Sparks from a fire that rose higher
And the stream of icy cold water that washed it all away?
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