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An
eagle soars overhead, Winging
through my dream. It
flies high over the canyon, Majestic,
regal, in its entire splendor. From
current to current, It
swoops upon the wind. Watching
ever, Patient,
attentive, and fierce. Then
in a blink it dives, Coming
lower, faster, closer, Till
finally I realize its prey. It
swoops and screams, Heading
straight for me. I
cannot run, I
cannot speak. It
swoops ever closer, Then
it flies into my chest, And
I awake, Stretch
my wings, And
fly off. Through
this I realize: Dreams do come true.
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