Dreams of the World

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The red and brown leaves blew in the air,
as dreams and memories flowed past on the wind.
Walking slowly through the frigid stillness,
fighting the sudden coldness of the world.
But in time the flowers came again,
to shine in the sunlight of a gentle morning.
And now the lazy sunshine days are here again,
our world a glittering jewel in the light.
Yet soon, the western winds will blow once more,
and we will be whisked away on a merry-go-round of dreams.

“But, for certainty, back then
We loved so many yet hated so much
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves Yet even then we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies…“

— from the opening to Chrono Cross.