My Nightmare

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I see the sky,
It's beauty and delight

I see the stars,
Its twinkle and spark

I feel the wind,
It's whispering cold touch

I see the sun,
I feel its blistering cold heat

But when I look around,
I cower and hide

As the monsters tread dangerously
Around me

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