I'm dreaming, I'm always dreaming. I dream of ease, of peaceful daysBut now oft dreaming leaves me in a haze.
When left to rot a dream becomes sour. Inaction speaks of a strength now devoured.
The frozen, the stuck, they see only fear.The music once loud, they no longer hear.
Let not your fear hold sway over desire.Lest your dreams will crumble, consumed by the fire. Take action, make haste, don't worry don't mire. Once dreams are accomplished, you burn ever brighter.
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