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| The moon-slit rays across the darkened sky Pull me through worlds of nymphs and thorn bushes. Forever wandering across fields of dandelions and daisies, Where pixies and fairies dance in dust meant for wishes. Music carries beyond the forest edge to disappear; Swirling into whispers among the wandering fireflies. Slowly, memories take over my conscious mind, pushing me Back to the place where I began, and I open my eyes. |
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