While creating in the meadows,
You dream a dream of innocence,
Worlds are created and disappear in the same breathe.
Until, the day you,
Share your world of creation with another.
Now, your world is restricted.
And yet, it grows,
It's bigger than it's ever been,
because there's more than just you two.
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