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Somewhere near,
close at hand, dreams torment memories haunt dancing round, intertwining, memories of dreams- dreams are memories. Somewhere near, close at hand, truth lurks revealing all- washing dreams away uncovering memories forgotten long ago. Somewhere near, close at hand, I feel myself whole and true all I was, all that I am and shall ever be dancing round my mind tripping my heart, somewhere near.
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