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Dreams

O beautiful stranger,
Who are you?
Where are you from,
And how do you do?

You invade my thoughts,
Capture my dreams,
I can't feel my mind,
It's coming at the seams.

I feel like I know you,
From somewhere before,
I've been waiting this long,
For your knock on my door.

Now that you're here,
Sit awhile and stay,
Don't leave tonight,
Give it another day.

Enjoy the sunlight,
And the winds that blow,
But please let me sleep,
Some nights in a row.

I don't mind not sleeping,
As long as I see you,
But when you're out of sight,
Stay out of my dreams too.

For in those dreams I enter a land,
So beautiful and serene,
I want to wake up and live,
That surreal, outlandish dream.

Either give me my dream,
Forever to keep,
Or give me the power,
To forget the dream and sleep.

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