The Tragedy of Dreams

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One time I dreamt

I was a bird

With shining silver wings

And as I flew

I felt such joy,

I could not help

But sing


I sang of freedom and bliss and joy

I sang of thrill and success

I sang of home and beauty,

Of shining silver nests


I sang my song

And my joy expanded

Until I nearly burst

And as I sang

I began to dance,

Though the wind was

Dancing first


I danced through the air with grace and ease

I danced through the air with love

I danced through the air, and felt my wings

My gifts come from above


I danced my dance

And was grateful for

My gorgeous silver wings

And as I danced

I felt such love

For the pretty

Little things


I loved my wings with all my heart

Loved them with all my being

Flying felt like ecstasy

Like a blind man's first time seeing


One time I woke

From a gorgeous dream

And was disappointed when

My silver wings had disappeared

Leaving me with arms instead

I began to cry, and as I did,

My heart sank down into my bed

It seemed my shining silver wings

Had turned to a heart of led


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