The midi playing is Dreamweaver



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by Dori Busheež


    I am the dreamweaver, who comes to you at night. Sprinkling my magic dust, when the time seems just right.

    Just as you drift off to sleep, I will be there at your side, beckoning you to come with me, and it's then I must decide.

    Do you dream of found treasures, of just of silver and of gold, or would you rather be dreaming of someone near to hold.

    Is it Prince or Princess, to take your heart away, or perhaps clouds of ice cream, or carefree child's play.

    I am the dreamweaver, and I am waiting here for you, to take you to your fantasy, and make your dreams come true.


ž(Reprodution or use of this poem without consent of author is illegal)











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