Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
Fall into my dreams and I will whisper sweet words of everlasting love. Fall into my arms and I will hold you strongly and caress you gently. Come to me swiftly when your hunger for passion awakens, For this is when the sea will rise up to meet the sky And I will love you …
“I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.” Aeschylus
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe
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