In the stacks and piles
Of her fueled thoughts
There was no end-
No stopping points to be seen
And somewhere the big success
Of her madness hope continued to send-
Ideas and images of this
Then there came that one to do
Take them all and make them blend-
Because in that big dream
Her childhood is coming through
The happy soulful one on the mend-
And somewhere there will be that day
When her dreams will shine
And inspiration to someone else
It will then lend-
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