I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day star?
Be different. Being different is good,
not everybody should all be clones of each other,
where's the fun in that?
Be yourself, think for yourself, just be you.
The sun's going to shine, and the rain's going to fall,
and in the end you might get burnt or wet,
but hey, that's life.
So, dance in the puddles and bathe in the sun
and at the end of the day, smile.
Everything's going to be alright.
I hope you enjoy it as much that i did :)
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