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Where come my dreams, you softly ask,
Not born of truth or fable's mask,
Not embers' tales by campfire told,
Nor fairy stories brave and bold.
Where come my dreams? They rise unseen
From hidden depths within the mind,
A quiet place, profound, serene,
Where all our souls are intertwined.