[FONT="]The lark has abandoned
It's playground today,
As has the squirrel
And the robin.
Where are these denizens
Of the blue sky and warmer days.
Are they like me.
Sequestered in dreams
And minds far away flowing
Into full sail to the sunset.
Yet, still, I'll never be shackled
By what may have been
Or angels hovering above
My door step.
I have the dream that never dies
The dream that always fills my eyes,
The sweet sip of wine
To my sharp strong cheese,
God is with me in my dreams.
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It's playground today,
As has the squirrel
And the robin.
Where are these denizens
Of the blue sky and warmer days.
Are they like me.
Sequestered in dreams
And minds far away flowing
Into full sail to the sunset.
Yet, still, I'll never be shackled
By what may have been
Or angels hovering above
My door step.
I have the dream that never dies
The dream that always fills my eyes,
The sweet sip of wine
To my sharp strong cheese,
God is with me in my dreams.
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