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I.: A Glance While Driving
musquitoes swarming -
Reality stings Haunting memories again
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The music played was Elysian's own, / His breath was warmth, as she lay by his side / Beneath those vague clouds and the moon that shone / The music played was Elysian's own, / As they slept to dream
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