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                                                        This place is a dream. 
                                      
                               Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.  | 
        
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                                                        This place is a dream. 
                                      
                               Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.  |