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At the Turnstile of a Reverie
At the Turnstile of a Reverie
Meaningless now, the story imprisoned in a dream. You surrounded by light, I coming forward, interrupted by night. Our imaginations, lullaby’s on a canvas the brush strokes, fine slumber lines Onc...
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