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At the Annual Dreamer's Convention

At the annual dreamerís convention
A gathering of talented minds
Rolling their lives
As smoke blinds their eyes
And searching for something to find

Hollow wanting in the air
Fantasy and truth or dare
Acceptance for the love-impaired
An endless game of solitaire

But at the annual dreamerís convention
Hopeless and lonely theyíve found
Charmed by the dream
Of belonging it seems
A circle of friends on the ground