The clock chimes, it's time again,
to speak the day in words my friend.
The girls gather round
and colorful letters from home abound.
The mothers, brothers, and aunts;
they write
words of comfort,
to the girl's delight.
These ample dreams the stretch from home,
make us all feel less alone;
make our food taste so much better,
give us hope with every letter.
Dreams are flying home in moonlight,
they make port, unraveling the bights.
And with little disdain for the drudge of days,
our hearts become stronger in so many ways.
So dream your dreams from ship to shore,
believe in something so much more.
Life becomes more than less,
something better than a fucking test.
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