Inside A Dream
I had a friend who only lived
Somewhere inside a dream
He travelled far and all around
Yet he was never seen
He liked to sing and play guitar
But there was not a sound
And though he wrote good poetry
His words I never found
He loved his wife and little child
It seemed like they had passed
He saw some wealth and shiny gold
But none would be amassed
He always was inside my head
When I was feeling small
He’s gone for now but we may meet
In some enchanted hall
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