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This work speaks of dreams. Dreams that would never arrive in the midst of slumber, a dormancy so dark, one that slips away without warning.
One that leaves you in woe when you rise, when a high fever knocks you down a few, a doze enclosed by limbo, a chamber between sleep and death ever so near.
This work speaks of dreams. Dreams that would never arrive in the midst of slumber, a dormancy so dark, one that slips away without warning.
One that leaves you in woe when you rise, when a high fever knocks you down a few, a doze enclosed by limbo, a chamber between sleep and death ever so near.