| My dreams are fairy and majestic
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| Unbound, I drown into them
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| Mesmerizing, where beauty denies logic
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| I live for consuming their flame
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| Glowing and blooming lights, yet reachable and warm
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| I’ve given everything to sink into this world
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| So are my dreams, ethereal and deep
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| Vaporous faces drive me through the lands of my creation
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| Living paintings of desire, bodies of which I am the lone owner
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| Shades of colors caressing, any shadow banishing
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| My lethargy leading me high
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| So are my dreams, ethereal and deep
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| Treasure of my inner, sanctified keep
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| My dreams are rejecting their creator
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| Betrayed me and closed all the gates
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| Mesmerizing, now true life is unbearable
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| I’ll die for returning to them
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| They shut their ears to the song that my heart had pleaded
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| For their warm light to enfold my lost wings
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| So were my dreams, ethereal and deep, but cursed by their dwellers
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| Synapses stick me down to the garbage
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| Abandoned awaken and in pain
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| Starving to take a pill that would open
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| The golden doors once again |