stonedsour's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Dreamer There she stands, Surveys her land, The epitome of power, The soul of beauty, Tall she stands, Golden hair strands, Her bright eyes of gray, Look out on the day, Rose red lips, Her scepter she grips, Thin garments of green, Over blue satin sheen, Who is she, This lady, She is the ruler Of this land called dream, She is always here, But is never seen, She weaves night and day, Sends dreams away, "This shall never cease, So sleep in peace" 1:49 p.m. - 2004-03-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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