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I know if people who carry

Their dreams in brown paper bags,

Worried when it rains that they will

Deteriorate like the paper which is sad,

If they could only waterproof them, it would be good

I think if they knew they could, they would,

For their dreams are all they have

But unfulfilled they can make you mad,

But it’s not the dreams that kill us, it’s the hope

That maybe one day we will fulfill them,

What a happy day that would be and such  an occasion,

But so often we will never realise their worth,

So we carry the with us in a paper bag

For better or for worse,

And we hope that the sun shines and there’s no rain,

For the loss of unfulfilled dreams is the greatest pain,

And what would life be if we didn’t have dreams

A worthless waste of existence and a barren scene.