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It was all a dream

I was in a room all alone

With no one near by

I heard a sound

It was the rustling sound of the wind

I close my eyes

I hear foot steps

We're those footsteps coming near me?

I was not sure myself

I was quite frightened

I opened my eyes

To realize that it all was a dream


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