one, two, three, five,
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the night is only half alive
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the curtains blow the frightened tress,
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they line the moonlit windy beach
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four five six seven,
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my dreams never touched on heaven,
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they come, they stream they laugh they bleed,
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they drop me off in a thicket of reeds
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keep the dream alive
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a boy, a dog, the dunes, the sea,
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he stands in a thicket of reeds,
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no food, cell, or GPS,
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I watched him weeping from the trees
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"the sea is only half alive,
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help me find my campsite," he said
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keep the dream alive
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I dreamed he found his way back there,
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the campsite though was stripped out bare,
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the night was only half-alive
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skinned racoons hung from a line
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for men there is no turning back,
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they all had left with coonskin caps,
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the embers smoked and barley glowed,
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he gathered wood and started his own fire
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keep the dream alive
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Keep The Dream Alive
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| John Vanderslice |
