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Oh! Do not make me quit my dreams,
For they are dreamt not to be reamed.
Will not I miss these in history?
The idleness, the mystery,
The fear, the commotions,
In these emotions.
I will, but that is what life is all about,
The perpetual motion, roll and rout, 91
Oh! Do not make me quit my dreams,
For they are dreamt not to be reamed.
Will not I recall?
The ideas with whom I fiddled,
However, seldom could make out the riddle.
They say it to be juvenile,
If it is, then wait a while,
I do find nothing to be servile.
Oh! Do not make me quit my dreams,
For they are dreamt not to be reamed.
They rede to be practic one,
Now, they are the veterans of life gone,
In addition, I am the novice of life on.
They say, I should be something for living,
What that something I am whining,
Several answer do I shot,
Some said it should be an authoritative job
What that authority, I do ask but they were not ready to DOB,
Nevertheless, for me it would be a bob,
Then, they turn to some lucrative pops,
Which I refute with acquiescing top,
Ken of having no rescue,
I stick to the suggested cue.
Oh! Do not make me quit my dreams.
For they are dreamt not to be reamed.
Now, I am having antsy,
As I am losing my fantasy.
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