They took me in a room with clouds in the ceiling and stars in the floor, Laid me down on a white bed, and my thoughts became a wave to shore, My dreams were displayed on a silver screen and they watched by, But what they saw, they couldn't have ever prepared for. Because they couldn't have known. White flashes, colors blurred, weave into a intricate quilt of dreams, Lately, my
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