All that I see Far In the distance I see hills' standing still, Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves. Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise, A lake that sits' beneath the sky, this sky sometimes cries. I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul, All that I see Is not only a dream. Keith Garrett
What’s real to our, imagination is real, to our selves.
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