My Dreamsby Rachel A. GoldMy dreams are sacred, precious thingsHid far away within my heart, To be brought out and gloried in When from all others I'm apart I hug my dreams close to my breast, And share with none their winsome wiles, Their pretty follies, I caress Then fondly, basking in their smiles If I should find a tender heart, Of understanding could be sure, My dreams I'd share, and then because Of sharing, they'd be mine the more. 
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