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Reality ©

John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
1989

Yes many years have passed indeed
Since I was young and wild
And even though my hair is white
I feel I'm still a child
I've dreamt of all the fantasies
That one dreams of in life
The dreams of gold and riches
But not the worries or the strife
I've dreamt of sugar mountains
And the rain that tastes like rice
Dreamt of doing wonders
And all the things that's nice
But nights are getting shorter
And my dreams just make me cry
As my dreams are not reality
And it's not long till I die


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