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Tuesday, July 16, 2002
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In your dreams,
magical thoughts...

All things are real
unless you dream they're not.

In your dreams,
love is the plot
carried on wings of hope.

Each of our souls
intertwine, when we do.

Instantly we see it
the time to grow and be it
when everything is pinned on a hope.

Let rise the dreams of your heart,
that innocent youth
careless and kind.

Free to roam the breeze in love
only when two
brilliantly shine as one...

(Opening Theme from Lunar: the Silver Star Story Complete) - truly beautiful song