We are dreaming of tomorrow

When you awaken in the mornings hush

I may sit beside you

for when these wishes have died away

and the world becomes a lovely thing

close your eyes and search for another

and be thankful for the little things in life that mean alot

(Dead poets society

Do not stand at my grave and weep

A journey

Love is not a feeling to pass away

A cup of tea

Dare to Dream

The little things in life)

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