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Thousand Dreams

Our Leaders cry For better than a handshake And a better government Is beyond the stroke of dawn Six classes of broke genius And as the Gospels Give us time The calmness now Of a good referee And a better standing For each defender Down the road The silent view Of all things Heaven In monetary press

But because we hit a speedbump And thereafter June The best days ahead For shining Rome Of all prayer- For peace and endless flight To the North, Where heavenshine bursts

In about as much as all Forty times the light And forty thousand minutes apart To the oil we abandoned In prairie heed Even better than redemption And recurring dew For half-past one

To eschew the Calder And find better than tea For better-thans And waking now Time of the esprit For that evening in dear I came here in exploration And found out why now The rose of the lectern Guided us home

And for Him, His glory days of attrition down here As we understood, the day of a promise It fits to be great And the promise of one good day Check out the arrangement Of where you fit in There is rain here, And in The Bible From present fleet To dim our lights for the future And plant seed That first day In time to our fields, Let it now

And Time, hide It is quarter past one And greatly divided Between the seas But loquaciously there In Friday tempest To better morning, To our home