Beneath the ceiling above the pillow, lies something sweet and something simple. Around the young child’s thoughts, Dreams are made.
Through the night soft dreams are made for young and old alike. As the stars and moon look down on you, the sweetest image is made.
Outside in the storm, the sky may rage, but in a dream, there is no such thing as storms or terrible things. Like the sweetest lily of the field, dreams are sweet. Dreams, dreams they are only an image, but in a dream there is no such thing as a storm or stormy night.
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