Confined to dreams where no harm can be done
in the world of fantasy I have such fun.
Let my imagination run wild
and act as a man or become a child.
Lost in the realms of this imaginary world
where daring plots become unfurled.
In my sleeping hours so vivid and bright
I have great adventures throughout the night.
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