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Words transform on painted walls, as dawn breaks and Angels call. Clouds go by an untainted sky, as children reach for those stars so high. Green hills that roll, with flowers a bloom, lovers dance as the evening looms. Enchanted sea of blissful dreams make reality almost a breeze. I drift away nothing to say, far too cold to be bitter this day. Let me sleep for the time is near, and not a single cry, not a single tear. Times of joy and times of pain, blend as one to form soft rain. I can hear her cry through hollow fields she moves in time like she isn't real. Strong and true, from sea to sea, she carries many dreams and pleas. In her arms she holds the dreams of little ones, who dare to dream. The screams of man she quickly prances, ever moving always dancing. Her counterparts understand her not, for she is unbound, unwilling, forever sought. Rolling by she sways and sways, creating the mood for lazy days. Cool is she that reaches peaks, and down the side to take a peak. Warm to touch sometimes scolding, she soothes the beast a comfort molding. Aided by her sister 's call her wrath is swift to make great things fall. Humble are those that seek the truth, for it lies in places only known to you. A mirror of self we hide with fear, and hold the poison so close, so near. Hear the ways of loved ones past, the future lies in days long cast.