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As darkness embraces the earth
the humans fall into their quiet slumber. It’s now that their minds give birth to pictures of magic and wonder. It’s darken woods and storms of fire fresh springs and lively colored leafs It’s dreams of hope and of desire and grim fears paired with beliefs. In heaven’s world, silent and cold, wings stop their daily eerie flap. And in her ivory castle of the old the princess is weaving her trap. Night after night, dream after dream she sends her longing to the sky heart full of hope, from deep within enticing shining angels to come by. She calls for them, but little she knows… “Be careful what you wish” they say. Because as the old saying goes her prayers will be heard one day…
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