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reality is a dream

i wish i could go far far away
from this wretched place
where the sky never darkens
and the faces dont frown
where we cant die
or ever cry
another day will be
seconds away
and misery despises company
theres never a broken heart
or a smile ever shattered
the smell of honeysuckle doesnt diminish
the world is tranquil

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