There

I know that other dreamers dream
Of castles high and lovers fair;
My dreams are full of pollen-mist
And water towers just past there

For just past there, I want to go;
Since I was little, even so,
I struggle through a daily trudge
A wink, a nod, a nap, a nudge

And I am up and off again.
The strangest of besotted men:
I stroll along with out a care:
In hopes I’ll find my way
Out there

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