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Daily I make my bed in this mystical forest,
with a diamond tear for a pillow,
on a ruby bed air-soft, I must be nestled between two cumulus clouds.
The grass under my feet is silky to the touch
In it I roll round and round till my head is spinning,
and time has stopped to the rhythm of my heartbeat.

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My friends in this mystical forest are right where they should be.
Giant golden birds sway to music from my lips.
Today I saw a sapphire phoenix standing on two feet.
Here the sun won’t stop shining,
and the Ancient of days has a crown for everyone,
living creatures-thousands and ten thousands- a choir sings
and their voices paint endless rows of rainbows.

And here I make my music

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