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Oh, sweet naïveté...
How I long to possess it once again.
Ignorant bliss is now a distant mirage,
Wavering on the horizon of desert sand.
Oh, childish fantasies...
Once, I lived in a fairytale land.
Angelic innocence is now a vague memory,
Enchantment lost on some lackluster strand.
But now the idyllic visions are shattered--
Tainted fragments of broken dreams.
Silver clouds and blankets of solace are tattered;
Wistful nostalgia can no longer be redeemed...
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