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I conversed with strangers who are faceless friends
in alien language without using my voice. Dream, a dream, it was only a dream! I walked without moving my legs, flying without wings across the ground. Dream, a dream, it was only a dream! I traversed other lands, with the warmth of home in familar labyrinths and distant landscapes. Dream, a dream, it was only a dream! I saw the world spinning backwards but my eyes were closed the entire time. Dream, a dream, it was only a dream! I was pulled toward a light behind the doors of my eyelids. Awake, awake, I am now awake!
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