If dreaming was reality
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give
This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river
From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals
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