imagination is a destination a kind of wonderful… hallucination meet me there in rainbow sky’s home of sanctuary blissful sighs where pastel meadows in pinks, and reds see, roses spring near river beds hear the joy of winged angels sing praising love, and harmony while dreamlike shadows — watch over you, and me.
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