Chapter 0

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She dances through his dreams

Stepping from one to another with fragile arabesques

And her laugh, her laugh, her laugh

It echoes down the empty corridors of his mind

The sound makes the very walls vibrate

It seems as if it might just echo on forever

But eventually it stops

And he wishes he could speak to her

Hold her, not just in his dreams,

But waking, find her sleeping there beside him

And gently tickle her awake

So he can make her laugh again

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