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Belief

I have a dream. One of those hopeless ones no one would believe.

There’s a blue sky and the clouds spell love.

There’s a soft breeze and some birds above

There are lions but deer don’t have to starve

It’s a beautiful world.

I have a belief. One of those crazy ones too good for life

It’s a wild take

But hear me out. Nothing is at stake

I believe my dream is my life in some reality

A reality spelled by congeniality

And a few kinds acts of charity

I believe

It’s the future I could have

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