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Grandmother Beth's Visions of Antares
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| Is this all a dream ... ? |
| I turn my joy inward and whisper, "No" |
| Not a dream at all. |
| It seems I dream ... yet, those secret |
| Hours are memories |
| Known only to this mind and heart |
| My Antares, I share ... |
| Not with words ... for you to hear ... |
| Only with your eyes that you might see .... |
| "Antares Dreamer" |