Dream of Death
dreams are our own ecstasy
the way we escape from life everyday
sleep is the only legal drug
if sleep is like this
surely death must be the same
the dead are only dreaming
never to awaken again
their lives are now a perfect dream
an eternal dream never to be extinguished
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