Dreams
Each and every single night,
Before we go to bed,
The neurons in our little heads,
Jump up and start to spread,
This special troop of little gems,
Tonight they’ll run the show,
For what we really want in life,
The seeds begin to sew,
The visions in these little dreams,
We're not always quite sure,
But hold on tight to something nice
You know there will be more,
For sometimes they are naughty,
And sometimes they are nice,
I hope for you tonight’s will have,
That extra bit of spice.
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