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Reveal the dream

That dwells between

The highs and the depths

Of our souls,

The goal that beckons,

Freed through our suffering,

Washed clean by waters

That reveal reality

And bring us to our gods

In whose dreams we bathe

As earthwards low they fall

Let loose in tears contained

Within our Summers short

Which reach towards the sky

And heavens we create

Pain-built on lessons learned

Stretch up to the hands which guide

Us from these maelstrom years

To dreams we hope will come.