
When I die, that will be the day
When dreams essence be made
Known to my soulβs being
I return to the ether believing
Anything to be possible
The land where all are unstoppable
For Love overcomes the improbable
This land is not make-believe
This land is not fantasy
This land is my poetry
For all to see
For all to listen and all to read
For all to ponder thoughts indeed
To provoke your imagination
Of true Loveβs destination
Where all is in harmonic clockwork
Put our minds together and divide up the work
Turn ideas into thoughts, into dreams
Then together make dreams into realities


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