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Dreamscape
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Oh... my visions aeons hence
Of those winged ghouls at the
Doorways to dreams
Those falling, stealing shadows
Dancing in the moonlight,
The dim light, the dark night
The bright plains, The golden skies
The woven glittering of forests
The warble of birds,
The sunset rise of many spirits
The crimson collapse of Sun,
through the valleys clad in dark
Wilderness, the forests of abyss
Twilight throwing itself to the night
Devoured is the light
And I lust at my love
These realms, oh so barren
for her radiance is missing
\"If she were here, I\'d be God\"
And the thought that struck me
Plunged my visions to decay
And I fell to the abysses
And I awoke, next to her...
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