S.D. Sycther
The hallucination
Where have you been, my young lady of dreams;
And why do look in the mirror if thy know he badly screams.
And then who told my lady, never sleep alone or thy shall have dreams.
And visit the wonderful lands of reality, destiny 's very own realms.
Visits the thousand land of own single dreams.
I know that smile meant pleasure and sound shrill sharp;
She hears and then she listens to the sweet music of the very own harp.
Hey, wait as passes by the feet and submissive the wire of the warp.
I know that smile meant pleasure and sound shrill sharp;
Gift the gifts and Gareth waits for none;
She lies beliefs and friends of glory and friends of fun.
Given there are darkness and feather has to run.
I can't see that day she saw the thousands of thousands sun.
Gift the gifts and Gareth waits for none;
The kinky brightness, the sickle fins, and the feathers play all right;
She fiddles around shrewdness that she sees much bright.
The darkness is light and she lives in the darkness.
The world has seen me the sharpness of life.
She has seen the darkness of wife.
I have seen and I will see;
And there lie every lock which has lost his very own key.
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