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I Am
I am
A ghost room
Perfect lullabies sing
The taste of grace
Memories of dancing walls
Surround the cavity of the mind
Kiss the rain
With ever honest lips
The magic grows as we sleep
Dreaming of fluttering fireflies
Surrounded by the gray of thick fog
Knowledge is power
But so is insanity
The mind is an instrument
The music played is the sound of thoughts
Growing into ideas
Words always lost in transition
Melancholy angels of different origin feast
On the warm blood of dead forest creatures
Girls sing of velvet carpet
And the wonders of the world
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