I awake an ancient dream
Among shadows over seas
I know nothing but lonely I feel
Are You, am I, or is God real
Living in a frame of the great drama
It seems that life is framed
We've been changed... there comes an open ending
Your soul is not what I possess
I awake an ancient dream
Window opens I can see
Butterflies above the green
Sunshine Waters garden's Peace
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