Dream
In the dark, we blindly search, In the fog, we seek, In the distance, a light shines, It is the call of our dreams. It is the guide of our lives, It is the goal of our striving, It is the haven of our hearts, It is the sanctuary of our souls. Let us bravely pursue our dreams, Let us firmly believe in our dreams, Let us strive to make our dreams come true, Let us fly in the sky of our dreams.
Dream
In the dark, we blindly search,
In the fog, we seek,
In the distance, a light shines,
It is the call of our dreams.
It is the guide of our lives,
It is the goal of our striving,
It is the haven of our hearts,
It is the sanctuary of our souls.
Let us bravely pursue our dreams,
Let us firmly believe in our dreams,
Let us strive to make our dreams come true,
Let us fly in the sky of our dreams.
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Hello everyone, I am a person who enjoys reading, writing and sports. Reading is one of my favorite pastimes, and I enjoy reading various genres of books, especially fiction and biographies.
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