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Blissfully illusioned between the seams of dreams, but it seems they pay only in reality checks. Seismically dancing salsa to the drum of my heart I wake with a start. Life appears far too near to my slumbered scheme of paradise. Which may this be? For I wake gazing at who appears an angel to me. Caught in a beautiful trance; a day of smiles from her playful glance. I have one wish: if it is this let it be ignorant bliss.
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