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Wake up oh daydreamer, lost in a world of deep thought.
I'm afraid its time to dock on the shores of reality. Are my words clear? Or are they but a distant echo? Will you turn back? Or keep sailing? I know I'm living in reality because I'd rather be anywhere else. My sanity is confirmed by my impending madness. My body and brain are forever crushed under the world's pressure. Oh daydreamer take me with you. Let us drift to that special corner of our minds where everything works out like we want it to. Let us go back to times, pleasant times, that only exist in memory. Simple times never to return. Let us go to that place where hope is not just a word, Where peace is not just an idea. Where everything we want is not the exact same thing we can never have. The ethereal place we can be settled at heart. Then let us mourn when snapping fingers cause the foundations of our world to shatter. And we return to a world a little less colorful. Until that pleasant time returns, When silence takes hold, And we can set sail again.
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