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| Walking through life as if it were only a dream With every step I wonder, "Are things really what they seem? Or is this all taking place inside of my head?" For inside my mind, many odd things take place It's somewhere I can run to when I don't want to face the harshness of reality. But I step out of my world as you draw near, and through my dancing fingers, words appear forming a reality of their own. You allow me to make my life a dream; I wear my happiness like a sunbeam as I walk off a plank into the sea of the unknown. |