Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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Let the dream go.
Stealing the devils row.
The sun didn't rise,
the moon appeared in prize.
Let the dream go.
Confusion, a road to disguise
No element of surprise.
Accept the grief, loosen uncertain guilt.
The space between earth and sky
will ask you questions to make you shy,
......
Once upon a time in a world of make believe
There lived a little girl very young and so naive
In her world, there were no tears no broken hearts to mend
For she believed that fairy-tales all had a happy end
As she grew she always dreamed that one day she would meet
A young and handsome prince who would sweep her off her feet
Then one day her prince arrived and got down on one knee
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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.
Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least I thought I did,
Like a moon glimmering all her tranquil life, when reddish sun is hid!
My attitude didn't come from bitterness, I just had an analytical mind;
And like bees searching for nectar, needed all the proof I could find.
But I totally missed the fact, that looking to tomorrow requires faith,
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
In dreams,
I drift through time
unbound by hours or memory.
In the past,
I dreamt about the future-
shapes of light
that had not yet cast shadows.
Now,in my dreams,
......
In the warmth of a sunlit day,
We walk through the whispers of time,
With hearts that beat in sync,
And eyes that hold a universe of dreams.
Each moment, a fragile breath,
Filling the air with hopes and fears,
We find beauty in the shadows,
And comfort in silence’s soft embrace.
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In mijn hoofd groeien steden zonder straten,
waar muren ademen en deuren fluisteren.
Tijd buigt zich om gedachten,
nacht en dag wisselen zonder reden.
Ik loop over wolken die naar beneden vallen,
raak bomen aan die spreken in talen
die ik niet ken.
Gezichten verschijnen en verdwijnen
zonder namen,zonder verleden.
Niets is logisch,alles voelt echt.
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Let the dream go.
Stealing the devils row.
The sun didn't rise,
the moon appeared in prize.
Let the dream go.
Confusion, a road to disguise
No element of surprise.
Accept the grief, loosen uncertain guilt.
The space between earth and sky
will ask you questions to make you shy,
......
Tulips of morning
just waked from amaranth dreams,
meet glittering sun.
Dogwood rose opens redly
Pink dawn's jewel shines steady.
Beautiful flowers
respond to warmth's mute caress!
They're a dream come true
in varicolored versions
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