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I see you, behind closed doors, behind closed eyes
In the forever shifting changing impossible land of dream.
Forget the magic, the moon, the stars,
The bits of fluff of which some dreams are made.
This is the dark. The absolute night of pleasure and pain.
The agony of your facelipshandsteeth.
The rocking of my body below yours.
This is the true dream, a land to which I'll glady forever escape.
This is the night. The dark. The illusion made real.
And oh... What dreams may come...