People all around the world of none would
I so speak must think
me daft.
Mode of travel auto land in their paths most
airtran fixed the blinding of all eyes come
lay me down to sleep.
All are real what ever time no company in sleep
forever deep my mind
does roam.
Reality of all some see the basking light of
warmth thats never lost.
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