Of we all tumble, to the place where realities cry and shadows crumble
In this world so secret we can see what we want and live without regret
These places and faces we spy never truly as we moves on by like a day at the races
Forgetting our graces in a shimmer of pretences
We dream until morning when we return to our senses
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