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Just an old time dreamer
 


winds breathe like a choir, as i sit alone, in old fashion words
the melody echoes through meaning full dreams,
of older times, which flowed like a gentle stream

hymns of love, a song of peace with
beams of paradise just what i need
an old time dreamer, on her journey she meets

book in hand, stories waiting to be told
again and again, they never get old
old fashion words my sleepy eyes disclose








By girlsisy

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