The sun sets, the moon rises.
The eyes close, the dreams begin.
The dreams of wonder, the dreams of worry.
The dreams of memories, good and bad.
It takes you away, away to a place,
A place of forgetting and remembering,
Fields of flowers, beaches of sand.
And then, as your heart lulls itself into a wishful belief,
You Awake.
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