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My Dream

If I could rise from the ground on angel-wings,

And like the mighty eagle, soar high

Among the wispy clouds,

I’d whistle into the gale,

Laugh at the growling thunder,

And out of the driving storm

Believe I’d see beyond the rainbow’s edge

Into the panorama of crystal, blue sky,

And move through the breathless

Heat of the sun.

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