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Nobody in her dream
was there to cafune,

But she felt the mist of care around.

She believed to be a dreamer, And was there
to find her soul.

The dream wasn't a dream anymore
but a kelopsia full of her aesthetics .

She didn't want to come out of nyctophillia,
Kept on dreaming

&

Kept on imagining the world
As
Her dream.

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