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Abstract thoughts dull my keen senses
My perception is just an illusion
Seeking existence of fantasy’s dorm
Floating in space Am I here
Opening doors with nothing behind
Where in the world will I find
Time is the place were I’ve left my mind
Real is that that that is in it
Gone are the wishes of souls left behind
Here is the term and the place
Lucid am I for here I am now
At least that’s what I think I see
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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