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Recurring dream
                                                 Morning comes like a ghost,                                                        A haze, a mist.                                              The road’s tar like smoke                             
We're Only Awake When we are Dreaming
They say we are alive when our eyes are open, Only a few know dreams are the curtains to existing life, We do not talk about our depths knowing that they might frighten, Some of us are crazy in our minds,
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