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Dreaming dreams come and go,
all bad memories brush of its bow.
A rubber will need an army to wipe away
all of the secrets.
As others members share this moment,
new memories will come
and old ones will go.
But through this faraway land,
we will let our eyes guide our way.
As we find engraved secrets,
from the top of my head
to the bottom of my toe.
We will take in Jesus,
then a pathway will show.
And as we say, ‘until we meet again’
then we lie back down and drift away.