I realize now that I am a dreamer, and my dreams I will never abandon.
There will always be skies to look at, and stars to wish upon;
and love will touch souls, maybe not mine but that does not matter.
For as long as the birds sing and the sky remains blue,
as long as there is rain and sunshine, and silver-cast moonlight,
I will write and dream of things beyond my grasp,
believe in the morrow and the wonder of these idealistic things.
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