RECYCLED DREAMS

What if I were to say
All dreams will be gone someday

But they could once again rise
Outside of space, outside of time

By a phantom necromancer mage
Possessing wisdom of new age

If I said dreams will soon be dead
Would you wish to take my head

That is fine
Sweet respite mine

But do not fret
Your desire, still met

For new life shall bring
Reincarnation of all fantastical things

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