Dreams are made of in-betweens,
And what comes after memories,
And places touched by darkest night,
And flames that only give off light.

Dreams are dragons fast asleep,
And tears from eyes that never weep,
And where your heart is when you leap,
And all your wishes in a heap.

Dreams are all of these and more,
Impossibilities galore,
The feel of Fate's hand at the door,
The oldest, coldest, harshest lore,
The laughing in the riverbed,
The voices ling'ring in your head.

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