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Once again I slip through slumber, the brazen face of night I see. Casting shadows ever subtle, a dimmer twilight, now does fade. Images arise upon the horizon, swiftly now approaches me. Now I drift into the dreamland, my visions, my dreams, my love and me. Now I"m sure that I'm not leading, spinning through the lane of images. I lye in a field of broken of broken dreams, still I am.
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stop by the arena and give me a vote.
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