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Illusion is how I dreamed
Climbing down a very long vine
From the sky, shot a light for fusion
Blinding my sight with delusion
Illusion the master of confusion
Has mastered my thoughts to a finale conclusion
In how I have dreamed
So high up in the cloud
I shouted out loud
As ever to be so shroud
Entwined by the vine
My only hope line
Back to reality
From this illusion
Called dream.
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