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It's a cold November night,
with moon that shines so bright.
Alone i stray in pavements,
hearing nothing but my movements.
Hoping winter fairies are here,
to take away my miseries,
so one step closer I'll be near,
to one of my childhood fantasies.
But i guess fantasies are just illusions,
bringing the mind in the state of delusions,
for November night treat fantasies as opium,
like the devil's deceiving perfume.





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