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Always you say, “Dream”
“You are my dream”
So you mould me to your moulds,
And sew me to your seams
What of my dreams,
Where have they gone?
I had them once,
Yet not seen them so long
And so I submit to their dream,
Till the day I can find,
My own stars,
My own freed mind.