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FascinationThe only limit to our imagination, / Take the stars for what they are, / All creation,

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WhileBegin, and you imply an end, / Think or act, it's all a trend, / Has it all been said before?

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Of The MoonA desire so deep; a cliff too steep, / A vision not spoke in the night when I woke / If only I'd known, I wasn't alone,

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ColorRed, red, filled with dread, / thoughts of sanctum clear my head / of doubts of what she seemed to have said.

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BlhueI ask myself what / and figure the how / A smirk on my face

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Just Bedo what you say. say what you think. / bring it on deck. the ship cannot sink. / let out the truth. take off the veil.

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