The Wonderful Dream

Someday when I am gone I shall think,

“What a wonderful dream that was …

I lived in a cozy house

in a quaint, northern town,

surrounded by people and animals I loved.

I sat on the shores of vast bodies of clear water,

walked through thick forests,

and woke early to listen to the sound of the rain…”

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