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I
dreamed
I
walked
the
timbers,
Amongst
the
mighty
oak
I
dreamed
that I
was
them
And
wore
their
foliage
as my
cloak
I
dreamed
my
arms
were
upright
branches
Reaching
heights,
only
eagles
dare
to
fly
Close
enough
to
kiss
the
moon
As
twilight
faded
nigh
I
dreamed
the
stars
had
beckoned
me,
With
their
twinkling
dialog
Then
shared
with
me
their
sunlight
drops,
To
transform
the
morning
fog
I
dreamed
of the
holy
old
rugged
cross,
Where
I laid
down
my
burdened
yoke
With
freedom
then
to
dream,
I
dreamed
I'll
walk
again....amongst
the
mighty
oak
©Doug
Van
Wyk
©2003
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design
~ Jan
Van
Wyk
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