The past dream
We are the world makers,
We are the dreamers of dreams ...
We are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seams.
Dripping water hollows out a stone,
a ring is worn away by us...
As after a storm
The quiet water is a heaven
The surf floods over the reeds
So in ours hart
Our image is submerged.
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