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The haunting past comes back to me
And tears away reality
But what is real and what is not
Is all that resides in the thought.

But if life like an illusion
That ends in nought and confusion
Or is there something more to life
Beyond the ordinary strife ?

The twilight world where nothing's clear
Is like a trance that frees our fears
But when we wake up from our sleep
What's here is there, the truth sinks deep.

Hopes and desires lures the meek
The flesh though strong, the spirit weak
Be it here or be it beyond
Dreams are what you wake up from.
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