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I walk around in this bleak place
feeling like just another face
when you were here
i had no fear
but when you turned away and left
to the arms of such a theft
my heart lay broken

Now when i lay to sleep
in a little heep
i dream of a universe
which is as beautiful as a curse
the grass and trees are a silver shade
the darkness of the sky make the red moon fade

in an opening of trees
a lake lies in the middle surrounded by leaves
above the lake a mist blue hammock lies
its strings are connected to the trees in ties
and i lay there forever deaming
ruling this place without meaning
for i am the angel named dream