"Do I ever dream? Do I lay in the bed close my eyes and wish I was hung high upon the moon and stars, and look down at myself, and see no more death, pain, or proverty? Do I stop my heart from beating? My lungs from breathing, and mind from thinking? Do I walk in an abandoned field looking for God, or do I dance with the devil? Do I see old friends and relatives? Preminitions or what's to come next? Do I ever dream? Do I find my soulmate waiting for me? We kiss, we touch, make passionate love admist the clouds of the Earth? Or, do I see myself writing poems, prayers, and praises to God, cause in reality there's nothing but noise? Do I ever dream? I don't know. I just know that when I wake up, my only praise is I'm still here. Praise be to God. Good morning."
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