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By Timothy Berezhnoy

Dreamer, feel the dirt
Beneath your feet
And do not think the air
Will caress your cares away
Get up, get up
And till the tares away;
The world isn’t waiting
As you stand there
It’s filled with doers,
Workers, callused hands,
Dreamers putting dreams to play

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