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Our dreams don’t belong to them

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In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place, another time Touching many hearts along the way, yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion
[Far future] A man around a pond
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place, another time Touching many hearts along the way, yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion
Our dreams don’t belong to them
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In the heart of the psychedelic forest, where the very air shimmered with vibrant hues and the world seemed to sway to an otherworldly rhythm, Fiona and Deery found themselves consumed by a fit of infectious laughter. The colors of the hallucinatory mushrooms seemed to have woven themselves into their very beings, turning their laughter into a symphony of joy that resonated through the forest. Fiona's laughter was a cascade of crystalline notes, as if each chuckle was a droplet of pure delight.
Our dreams don’t belong to them
Our dreams don’t belong to them
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