Wonderful
I look out through my window,
And enjoy the beauty of the world,
Of the gentle swaying in the meadow,
Or the bed in which I curled,
I leave the house with a smile upon my face,
And greet those that I meet,
Leaving a sense of joy amongst my trace,
Which I hope the day will keep,
I arrive at school and with a laugh I make,
My entrance to my form room and -
That's when I awake,
Damn my dreams are bland.
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