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just when reality begins to wrap,
as I'm about to enter another realm,
liminal dreaming with my angels and demons
I'm in control, I keep telling myself;
suddenly slipping away, my mind at rest
semi-conscious state,
as I bid farewell to my friends
I won't see them again,
I know too well
in the dead of night, I'll be out on a journey again,
in some other universe,
with some other name
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