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Xanadu
Xanadu Recalling my grandfather's stories of his youth, I close my eyes and drift back through time, to a place that is quiet and mellow It's a sunny, spring day and I'm running through a field with the old, winter's dead leaves, was tired and fell a sleep on my couch through my lucid dream I was taken away to a far off place unlike anything I ever encountered ivy briars marked with the deadened Redwood nearby thoughts of skulls permeate my fragile egg shelled mind in the center of my room was a vase red with marked decorum a scent of a finely mist perfume came forth through the room where was I but none other then Xanadu this place was fallen with emblems of satin reflection scarlet dust marked the sides of the scenary for I was in mere twilight in my own lost sphere humbly shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain outside further their was a stream where the dear pant heard the cry of the fainted owl in the distance yet in the quiteness will steal through its resistance golden bowls with lines drawn through them shaped glass in its solitude of masked hidden fancy little fairies were nearby cause I heard their laughter so I humbled myself amidst this busy dream and awoke to the vast expanse of the reality of nothing more then solitude.
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