By: Douglas Coulter

When as a child my friends all fled
I learned to live within my head
In pleasant dales of treasure

The world could not assail me there
Nor fix me with its damning glare
My refuge became my pleasure

Many years I've traveled since
Reality does not convince
My heart to cease its dreaming

Until I find that paradise
Dreams remain the one device
That keeps my soul from screaming

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