A Golden Fleece and summers scent
The signs of where the dreams have went
Lost in the ever changing ways
Of peoples belief of yesterdays
Give them strength and time to see
The best of dreams can set them free
Darkness falls and sleep does come
To those who choose to follow one
For soon the day is wrought from night
Begin the dreams to start the fight
Fantastic wars and battles there
With armored steel and swords to wear
The evening of the dreamers dream
Of love, of war, of peace does seem
Carry me deep within your thoughts
Of evenings day from night is brought.
The dreamers dream shall stain the soul
From tainted blood and wars of old
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