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a palace by the stream, a palisade of dreams,
promenade in tandem with joy never kept

sun rising and falling, never under

wispy angels of light fluttering by
there for me to know as I know myself
might there come a day where i leave
the paradise i wanted for all these days?

man shall rebel in heart if not action
and to think itself is an unforced way
the being of all existence grips me