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Golden Dawn The Art Of Dreaming

gates of dreaming That one can enter into a separate reality Not in ordinary dreams, they are not as the seem Nothing real, the dreamer's fantasy But if the dreamer

You are out in the cold night, inside my magic desert realm Fright is your guide Spirits, astral entities, yet common sense you overwhelms You flee

In the sight of eternity I realize my present state A leaf in the storm of time Drifting to the final gate In the sight of eternity Our worries

seven gates of dreaming That one can enter into a separate reality Not in ordinary dreams, they are not as the seem Nothing real, the dreamer's fantasy But if the dreamer

afternoons When I ask the loaded questions "Why does winter come so soon?" And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for The daybreak chorus of my dreams