Somewhere down along the way
I spilled out into the day
I made my way here slowly
With worlds of white below me
I went out on across the stream
Dripping sounds had filled the trees
And no more words were spoken
The circle was unbroken
I heard the voices through the wall
I touched the things that no one saw
And deep inside you heard me
This was my 23rd dream

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