DREAMS THAT WE SOW...
It’s a secret place
The subconscious mind,
Where dreams are made
To all mankind,
Destructive thought
Death and hate
Might mares they do make
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Heavens paradise
Where Angles call,
From those we loved
Helping memories
Remember all,
Sadness in our subconscious mind
Of there love once blessed
Dreams do recall,
Wishes of all tomorrows
Happy memories of love and sorrow,
A love that’s true
Now belonging to you,
Make sweet dreams subconsciously
When waking all you feel
Is just so heavenly,
Dreams are sent to help our path
Be good be bad, there all a part,
Of new tomorrows or broken Hearts,
Still to dream brings love to heart
Our subconscious mind a part of us,
Dream a Dream wish it true
Without them what would we do?
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