It was nothing like the rest,
Every night,
Every dream,
The same delightful loop.
It was a dream,
Of a world,
With yellow skies,
Grey sands,
Everything a fairy tale.
A warm rush of goodness,
Mixing with a sudden chill,
It was a feeling to remember,
To the last days.
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