Great dreamer of a thousand things,
black and white and melting red,
Great dreamer,thoughts with flying wings,
strange words your lips have said.

Who can see to what you mean?
a wish,a world unknown,
Who can break the glass of dream?
or catch you when you've flown.

Who can stop your pen,your ink,
or tear the page on which you write?
Who can disturb the thoughts you think,
or take away your day or night?

But dreamer when I found you here,
not in a world,a place of beams,
but in myself unknown was clear,
I found a dreamer dreaming dreams.

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