"Dream Never Fade"
The days go by,
With every passing dawn.
Its quiet wings glide,
Like melting mercury.
The sun rises and sets,
Its majesty at peak.
The moon shrinks and grows,
With every passing month.
Now I look behind,
At the dreams of the past.
Ones that I cherish,
Ones I wish to forget.
As days go by,
All the world may change.
Yet believe it or not,
Dreams never fade.
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