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Some dreams stretch like clouds.
And carry soft rain like memories.
Some dreams are summer days.
Filled with sunshine and children’s laughter.
Some dreams are autumn.
Gold and red and crisp.
Some dreams are of yesterday
Youth and love and tears and hugs and regret and joy.
Some dreams are of tomorrow
Resolution and desire and fear and hope.
This one dream, today, is an ache,
a quiet within, an emptiness forgotten.
But all dreams come to an end
When the sleeper awakes.