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Lost Dreams I dream of you As you. Washed pure of worldly preconceptions Worldly knowledge As they call it. I see you As you are But also as you could be If you gave yourself the chance. I see the artist Caged in a box. The writer, Handcuffed into eternal silence. Limited By your own limitations. Any why? I dream of you As a world of possibilities. Copyright 2007 
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