A poem about dreams.
Dreams come at night,
But they fade away
as we wake,
Dreams contain our
hopes and wishes,
We always believe that
they will come true,
Dreams vary with each night
that we fall asleep,
We try to remember them,
But never have much luck,
Dreams are mysterious
in their own way,
They will always keep life interesting.
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