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Jun 2017
There's this place
Where you can be anyone,
Anything, even
Princess or a Prince
Santa even Pan
Flying with the stars and moon

Where you'll meet the nicest ones
Down to Satan's closest relatives
A place where lying is permanent,
Being fake is constant

Where you can cheat reality,
And fool yourself endlessly
And this
—My haven.
Can you guess this place?
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