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Jul 2013
I am made of dust and smoke.
Divine or mad, I dreams invoke.
Sercret gardens made by me,
the only place to set you free.
Illusions hide behind my door,
dreams of longing you adore.
I wish that humans would stay,
forever with me night and day.
So come to my ghostly place,
to reality with dreams replace.
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Dream Caster
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   Traci Eklund, Nat Lipstadt and ---
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