There was a time when life was filled
With dreams kept hidden, unrevealed.
Those dreams our mundane lives would drive,
They made us labour, persevere and strive.
Towards the day when dreams come true,
A day when joy greets us anew.
When all our labour bears its fruit
And brings us reward of our pursuit.
Alas! Those secret dreams have ended
Abruptly from them we were awakened
A deadly plague has smitten our world,
Into dreamless days we now are hurled.
Oh for those dreamy days of old
When our calloused hands our dreams would hold.
How long will this dreamlessness remain,
Before I return to my dreams again?
Dream.
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