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Why
Realms what spirals
In every game
Inside and out
Around and about
Who knows the dreams
Broken seams
waking up to the birds chirping
the sun peeking through the trees
there really is no better feeling
than that of a soft spring breeze
You pretended you didn’t know me
And that’s when I realized
You can’t get me out of your mind
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