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Series of dreams ... Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly, And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes. Wasn't making any great connection. Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme, Nothing that would pass inspection. Just thinking of a series of dreams.
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