I slept peacefully in my worldly splendor, Not a ray of sunshine touched my pillow, The shadows could not scare my soul, For I was in a special world, A world where fairies dance with joy, A world where unicorns gallop free, A world where the sunshine never fades, My world that world of peaceful slumber, A beam of light touches my pillow, My eyes yearn to open and embrace the sunlight, Yet the waking of the morning light, Does not compare to my special world.
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