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LOST DREAMS
The golden dreams , enchanted dreams , went sighing down the wind , All through the haze of sullen days Cold Winter paced and whined .
Where are the dreams ? What were the dreams ? They came and now are gone . We do not know , we cannot tell ; Cruel Winter leapt , bright Summer fell . Our dreams could not live on .
But Spring a hopeful promise kept , Wild Winter wounded lay Gnawed the bones of dark despair Deep in the dank and secret lair Concealed from light of day .
Flowers danced the shimmering hills , A gentle loving rain Awoke the Earth , each tender vine Drank of the Sun , a sparkling wine Our dreams would live again !
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