AN: I was reading through some of my poetry and found the poem that starts this out. When I read it, all I could think of was Prussia and Russia. So I modified it and added onto the end to make it fit more
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I'm dreaming again
Seeing is believing
But dreams are like life
So quickly, quickly fleeting
There's a thick woods
In the middle of June
The sun is shining
Not a cloud in the sky
And the smell of ocean water
Lifts me up high
Between me and those woods
Is a field, so light
Green grass abound
Dew still alive
On the yellow petals of flowers
On the wings of butterflies
Oh how the breeze
Smells like spring
I dance and sing
Twirling and grinning
As my laughter fills the air
It's sickingly sweetening
I live it while it lasts
For I know
That when I wake up
I'll once again be alone
Surrounded by the hush of cold
The smells and sights of spring
Will be long gone
Once again I'll realize
That I'm no longer home
That my little brother's without me
And once again I'll be cold
For Russia will still own me
And my brother will be alone
I hope to be home before the spring
So that I may exit this dream
So that these words
Will no longer be screams