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Somehow the secret door of time
has been unlocked. Allowing us
to look within our souls and
find each other.

Somehow, while I was sleeping
you crept into my dreams, and
stole my heart. My dearest one.
The one I have always cultivated
in the chambers of my mind. My
perfect one, my adored one.

Pressing through the veil of time,
we have reached this stage. Dream
lover, could this dream become
reality? Prehaps we might meet in
your vista or mine.

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