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  A simple man had the strangest dream

  He stood in a garden of flowers that overlooked the sea

  And there sailing by were his truth and his lies going home

  While all around the sweetest sounds

  Filled the air with love they made his senses pound

  He saw with open mind his life turn with the tide to go home

  Memories of youth had passed before

  He and he alone could count the score for he was free he was free

  This was his last dream

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  Such melodies are made to sing

  The mellow sounds within a thousand violins

  Caught upon the breeze they play in harmony sweet harmony

  At last he knew his act was through

  With no applause and no encores though the house was full

  So bring the curtain down lay him in the ground for he's gone home

  Memories of youth had passed before

  He and he alone could count the score now he is free he is free

  This was his last dream

  [ ] Repeat and fade

Contributions by: Shelley Giblin