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I am dreaming
I breathe in deep.
The air is full of poppies.
Watching a raven in all its grace
I leap through the air
Towards this wondrous bird
In a breezy manner.
His wings unfold then fold again.
Mysteries and cults were built
On this lost information.
I breathe in deep.
The air is full of poppies.
Watching a raven in all its grace
I leap through the air
Towards this wondrous bird
In a breezy manner.
His wings unfold then fold again.
Mysteries and cults were built
On this lost information.
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