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Christopher and Martin were often seen traipsing about at the outskirts of town, chasing bees and clouds before they tripped on their feet and tumbled down into the valley. There was an occurrence where the younger one was seen riding on the shoulders of the eldest, waving a branch about like king wielding his scepter. There was also a time when the boys decided to pick up long cuts of hickory wood and hack at each other, crying "Have at thee," and what nonsense.
But what many found most endearing was watching the eldest chase the youngest, mounted on their dog, galloping after some phantasm in blissful ignorance of her young master's screams.
It would be well past noon when they calmed down, lying in the dirt and gazing at the sky. Christopher had his father's hat cocked over his eyes, slumbering away while the eldest was skipping stones across the brook.
I close my eyes and I can see
The world that's waiting up for me
That I call my own
Through the dark, through the door
Through where no one's been before
But it feels like home
They should have been in bed by now, but Martin had concealed five candles under his bed. When he was sure that their mother was asleep, he took out a candle, lit it, and beckoned for his brother to follow him. Chris, dismayed to be shaken at the middle of the night, was struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Look at this," it was a journal, worn and cracked with age with creamy pages. Many envelopes were sealed between them, but unfolded were revealed not to be envelopes but the sketches of the dreams of one Martin Kratt.
They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy
They can say, they can say I've lost my mind
I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy
We can live in a world that we design
'Cause every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make
There's a house we can build
Every room inside is filled
With things from far away
The special things I compile
Each one there to make you smile
On a rainy day
They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy
They can say, they can say we've lost our minds
I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy
Runaway to a world that we design
Every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make
Aviva Corcovado was the great-great granddaughter of Elvira Corcovado, an adventurer who was said to be born with her eyes focused on the sun.
However big, however small
Let me be part of it all
Share your dreams with me
You may be right, you may be wrong
But say that you'll bring me along
To the world you see
To the world I close my eyes to see
I close my eyes to see
Every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
A million dreams, a million dreams
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
For the world we're gonna make
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