You say real, I ask what if
You say true, I dream magic
I say ethereal but the world's stiff
I say madness, but they think I'm sick
I shiver away from reality's cold gloom
And long for daydream's warm bloom
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Epiphany
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daydreams
You say real, I ask what if
You say true, I dream magic
I say ethereal but the world's stiff
I say madness, but they think I'm sick
I shiver away from reality's cold gloom
And long for daydream's warm bloom