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I recognise bits of the road connections are gone signposts are still missing The numbers can be counted the seasons, homes, friends The rest is a dream cord of desires and parties unrequited love and perfect moments: memories in the deep black, lighting up as floating islands with graceful peaks of adventures a journey through the abysses of the night that make children cry and me?
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
Dreamflight
I recognise bits of the road connections are gone signposts are still missing The numbers can be counted the seasons, homes, friends The rest is a dream cord of desires and parties unrequited love and perfect moments: memories in the deep black, lighting up as floating islands with graceful peaks of adventures a journey through the abysses of the night that make children cry and me?
Attraction "Dreamflight" in the Efteling, since 1993 Collection "Greeting from before"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
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