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Thousand Dreams

Our Leaders cry
For better than a handshake
And a better government
Is beyond the stroke of dawn
Six classes of broke genius
And as the Gospels
Give us time
The calmness now
Of a good referee
And a better standing
For each defender
Down the road
The silent view
Of all things Heaven
In monetary press

But because we hit a speedbump
And thereafter June
The best days ahead
For shining Rome
Of all prayer-
For peace and endless flight
To the North,
Where heavenshine bursts

In about as much as all
Forty times the light
And forty thousand minutes apart
To the oil we abandoned
In prairie heed
Even better than redemption
And recurring dew
For half-past one

To eschew the Calder
And find better than tea
For better-thans
And waking now
Time of the esprit
For that evening in dear
I came here in exploration
And found out why now
The rose of the lectern
Guided us home

And for Him,
His glory days of attrition down here
As we understood,
the day of a promise
It fits to be great
And the promise of one good day
Check out the arrangement
Of where you fit in
There is rain here,
And in The Bible
From present fleet
To dim our lights for the future
And plant seed
That first day
In time to our fields,
Let it now

And Time, hide
It is quarter past one
And greatly divided
Between the seas
But loquaciously there
In Friday tempest
To better morning,
To our home