robin good fellow dianae, my muse morpheus in my heart your sand in my veins it's a deeper kind of slumber what is universe anyway but a pouch of silver coins the intense breathing of a dying animal a foreboding of afterlife master keys in oaken chest the somewhere is mine and from there i'll continue all i asked for was a little love meet me on the other side where as a rose i will wake though blind i'll follow every step you take dianae, my muse dianae, my solitude cease to exist, rise to exist no more it's a deeper kind of slumber
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