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 Sleep calls back, an eye agrees; the summers relief pours, the music; play on. A dream awaits, my slumber; and the wake mind, fears tomorrow. Slowly rise- touch it with your shadows. Serene. Life is not what it seems, the mind believes; youth plays games, the dreams; go on. My forerunners hopes long for, my struggle; and my jumped mood, thinks too much. Go down- wait there. Silent. Footprints in the sand, are stamped again; while the drops tug; among, the same vessel.