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There's a place
In my mind
That sleeps most of the day,
But when night comes,
When there's no sun,
It blows my mind away.

Suddenly,
All I see
Are trees that seem to sway;
When I walk,
I can't talk--
I just want to stay.

Next, I see
This other tree,
It's bigger than I could say.
I decide to climb,
Then comes the chime,
I wake up and it's day.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Artificium, in the year 407 AD.