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A visionlike thing, Comes to me, Who knew what it'd bring, For me to see. Coming through, There is you, Scantly clad, Bubbling glad, Peaches and cream, Draped in pastel, A beautiful dream, Escaping this hell. Though it'd seem, Beyond a dream, Transition, Into vision, Perfection, Of reason, Satisfaction, With Human, A blissfulness, Harness... Confuses a bit, Will I reign the reigns, Or, bite the bit? Before the vision does vanish... I hope I think of this -- To serve you, Is to rain reign, So, it's the least I can do, For as long as I remain.
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