She dreamed, her visions, vivid, true

Lost in moments, oft misconstrued

Painting, she welcomed her own world

The images danced, as colors swirled

She knew not what she would dream next

Which always left her quite perplexed

No, it didn’t matter, she minded herself

Wistfully, they gathered dust on the shelf

Her visions, of days, now gone awry

She still continued, though not knowing why

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