*how dreams die*
Lost continents slip
Dreams subside
The worlds of tomorrow demand
Ever forward moving
Ever triumphant calling
Days of wine give way
To days of black water
Worlds of tomorrow fade
Stripped by needs of present day
Dreams set aside die of neglect
All those worlds foreseen
Become taunting hemlock tasting dream.
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