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Dreams (Sonnet) by Tiffany
flying above the highway of imagination,
taking in all the dreams be told,
their fears and joys are a creation,
about the way they mold.
i smile and cry,
and listen to their secrets behold,
and how they wish they could all fly,
and know that no one told.
so their secrets i will keep,
about their happy times,
and dream about my own dreams as i sleep,
about love and rhymes.
iâm flying above the highway of imagination,
and iâm taking in all the dreams be told.
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