Dream a dream and dream it through,
Till the very last moment it comes true!
Since when your ashes the winds would've blown,
By dreams that you dreamt, would you be known.
We come into this world, just another child,
No one's a king or beggar, for that little while!
Then the game of fate and turns of time,
Make us one or the other, so perfectly and fine.
And yet my friend they are nothing more,
But the manifestations of our dream's lore.
Time and fate, and luck what we call,
Are made and bent by our imagination's power.
There's nothing absolute, no perfect plan,
It's always your design, still you wonder if you can.
And I say YES, and all there's to do,
Is just to dream a dream and dream it through!
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