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Ever wonder what they mean, Innocent things in slumber? Reality of the heart revealed? Ever took time to ponder? While you are sleeping, dreams without number, is the real you evident? unhindered, unmasked out yonder? Not in the physical sense, as walking which causes blunder. Is the true you manifest, in cold sweat, turmoil, and thunder: Being chased hear and there, no refuge to hide in or under, with no God you awake to, No peace, no rest, no wonder. |