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Reality.
How many shades of reality
there are,
and yet no reality at all.
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A star sang in the Heavens
the lark had risen high.
He took my life upon his wing
and taught me how to fly.
This little bird he never left,
his singing fills my sky.
Now glancing back
on all those years
the truth I find is this:
He's filled my heart
with woven dreams
from which I've lived
life by, and he will go on
weaving them untill the day I die.
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The reality inside my head
is all I wish to know.
