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I was a prisoner of my dreams
Dreams that cooped me up in fantasy Dreams that entangled me in the cobwebs of fancy. I couldn't stop dreaming They had captured me in my mind's prison making me moony. Dreams had made me a hopeless romantic at spirits riding on the wings of imagination devoid of practical thinking. Whew!Stark reality has crushed my dreams being the shambles of my dreams letting me free free of unreal dreams.
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