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Things
all have their own beginnings, Just
as they all have to end. There
is no real way around this, For
life is not forever. Life
is however, imperfect, Therefore
we dream. We
dream of better worlds, Places
where love can truly thrive. These
places also have beginnings, Mystical
in Nature, Mysteries
of Man, They
begin, But
do not really ever end. For
when one person stops dreaming, Of
these magical, beautiful places, Another
picks up where the last left off. In
what place did these fabled lands, Begin? Each
had their beginnings, In
the mind of a Man. They
are created, and sustained, By
the Imagination, The
amazing invention which Resides
within us all. If
we allow it to create, Then
we might truly live. The
power which it grants, Is
the most powerful of any, For
It is the power of creation, Which
is also the power Of Love
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