The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm,
where the oddest of visions appear,
come wander through scenes of joyful peace,
or stampeded through nightmares of fear.
Dare we open those secret doors,
down dusty paths of mind,
in long-forgotten corners,
what memories we'll find.
Who rules o'er the Kingdom of Night,
where all is not what it seems?
'Tis I, the Weaver of Tales,
for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!

Auteur: Brian Jacques

The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm,<br />where the oddest of visions appear,<br />come wander through scenes of joyful peace, <br />or stampeded through nightmares of fear. <br />Dare we open those secret doors,<br />down dusty paths of mind,<br />in long-forgotten corners, <br />what memories we'll find.<br />Who rules o'er the Kingdom of Night,<br />where all is not what it seems?<br />'Tis I, the Weaver of Tales,<br />for I am the Dreamer of Dreams! - Brian Jacques




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