" All he did was imagine
All he owned was dreams
He had a wanderlust heart
Where reality was without reason
Gentle breeze caressed the day
And hope had its way
Songs poured from the heart,
Mind was at large
As joy became the goal
Life awakened within the soul
In each moment of peace
Life carved its golden path
Just sipping those cups of tea,
Dreams have come true for me."
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