The laughing moon turns on the fading sun.
Intense and awkward moments, slowly drifting about.
With the surrounding as our witness, our travels echoes trough the deep,
swallowed by the stars and never to be spat out.
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As true as dream, drifting and twirling
onwards, ever onwards, truth is another dream
Its echoes are everywhere, shattered, pieces to be found
Piece by piece, the dream collected
With the surrounding as our witness…
Dream the dreams of forgotten truths
Dream the words of past tales,
and our dreams will resound for many a times.
…And others will seek our dreams
And their echoes add to ours!
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