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Have I but a dream?
Attached to the simple grounds, Like caterpillars. Slow and silent in my shell, Still unsure of what I am. Have I but two dreams? Flow-free like a butterfly, Liberty’s finest. Wings of light and winds of hope, Chasing colors through the sky. Have I but three dreams? To rest on petals of peace, Breathing in stillness. No more fear of falling, Only skies that call me home. Or have I but none? Just moments stitched into the air, Fragile as dew drops. Fleeting thoughts and fading wings, Lost before I know their names. Yet still, I wonder-- Dreams may hide in quiet things, Soft as dusk’s whisper. Maybe I have always flown, And the dream was just to see.
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In shadows so thick, where silence breeds,
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