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Take me O Dreams, to a land unknown, where my spirit's not damped by reality; Where worries finally leave me alone, And my inner soul is set free. Magic weaves its mysterious spell, as the enchanted land beckons me; In this place there is no hell, And angels of heaven roam free. I'm no longer stuck in endless prose, but float away on clouds of poetry; My heart and mind are ever so close, And all my thoughts wander free, No painful emotions to hold me back, No fear or sorrow – only ecstasy; Of right and wrong no one keeps track, And without regrets, I live guilt-free. Take me O Dreams beyond the horizon, where there exists a sublime harmony - between capricious whims and calm reason, With the power to express, I finally feel free!
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