I remember, I dream I can fly, like a little bird to the sky,
I dream I spread my wings, and swing with the flap of beats,
I dream, I rise up high, and saw from the top of the mountains,
And into the valley down below a meandering river bent on the flow,
I saw the forest beyond, and the sounds of the dense,
And it was vibrant a mix of unending chorus.
At that point, I awoke, and here I am telling of my dreams.
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