O my sleeping child
Coming home aren't you?
From school satchel heavy and roughened shoe?
Got a scold from the teacher?
Got grades below average in algebra?
Hardly matters kid!
You sleep and just have the dream
Of white horse running fast
Through a green meadow till the congested traffic lasts...
O my sleeping child
I am no band member
Of the famous MLTR
But I know you got dreams sure
To play with wolves and bear...
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