I once dreamt of a beautiful land,
of birds singing in great green valleys
and beaches of golden sand.
Crystal rivers laughed as they danced,
the sea roared and the deer pranced.
Everything smelled of flowers and the
honey of bees.
The grass was soft beneath my feet
and my face was shaded by the grand trees.
Then I awoke to hear the birds sing,
I stood on soft grass and wondered,
Was it really a dream?
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