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Dreams

Each night I grow weary and oh so dread the moment I have to lay down my head. We often wonder where we go in the dream land of young and old. Up on the mountains and through the hills or on a stage to test our skills? But in the night so dark and sweet I long to go where others meet and run through the nightmare in this land and have someone make all disband, so I can run where the others go. Never again upon this lonely road, an awesome dream so sweet and not so cold is what I crave on nights grown old. Above the pain I have to behold, each night I pray to gods of old to give me peace beyond the cold. I want the dreams of days of old. What wonder and what lust do I have to be like you and lay my head upon my pillow without the dread? To rest in peace like I recall; reach out my hand and never fall?