We can dream
words all untold of how we feel
all the real
the real come in fire and in steel
signed and unspoken
with a seal
A wishing well
all the untold
we can’t tell
if we’d stand up right there
where we fell
but only our soul we can sell
Soon, we cross the line
to move on in the pages of time
soon, we cross the sign
to move on and turn
the pages of time

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