Always question why.
Gazing into dark.
This dream lasts forever.
All my dreams float,
Down river.
Voices like sirens.
Cutting through the fog.
Heed our warnings now,
Do not cross the river.
You will be pulled under.
you are going to suffer.
Grass not always greener.
To heavy for what
You are dreaming of.
Sink.
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