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Friday, 24 October 2008 00:00
The Rest Is A Dream
Vast are the seas
That pass through me
Think of the strangers
Who sit quietly
Words can be used
To say what you mean
But often confused
By things in between
With classic composure
I know what I’ve seen
From the darkest of night
To the lightest suns beam
Your first breath in life
The one that is clean
The only thing true
The rest is a dream
© 10/24/2008, William Grant Preston
