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Dreaming of My Humble Abode
Dreaming of My Humble Abode
By: Adam M. Snow
I close my eyes and vision a world in its pass,
Only I could see of its eternal mass:
Of the wind sparkling with gold,
As if a story unfold-
Of my fantasy coming true,
As I smell the morning dew.
I lay here in my ever sleep,
Awake but in dreaming heap.
I am royal; I am but a poor man,
Just living life, this lifeless span.
I speak my voice not that of hate,
In this world consumed by fate.
Love and joy rules this realm,
And I still overwhelm.
There's beauty as far as the eyes can see-
This be a place built for me.
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