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Created on: April 15, 2008
Dreams are so much to feel so little
They make the fine line between
Desire and reality
Moving mountains with your mind
And climbing up a hill
Both the same when between worlds
The truth is to know the difference
An idea to a dream
But a dream is called a dream because it will never be a reality
Misleading and perfect in every little way
Changing your life to fix the invisible cracks
And knowing no limits within your head
Now wake up before I tell you I'm real
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