Seeds planted in poor soil,
during a spring draught,
that sprouted and touched the sun.
Was it a dream?
The years reeled in,
the clocks tick-tocked,
and we crafted many fine hours.
Was it a dream?
You gaurded me on many nights,
I showed up with shields for you,
and now there's a wall between us.
Is this a dream?
From peaches and cream,
to lemons and limes,
will the sweetness return in time?
Is this a dream?
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