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It's Time to Travel


The sun has set the day has come to an end we’re still not sure yet what kind of dreams our mind will send Thoughts start to flood our mind our emotions quickly unravel as the scenes begin to unwind and a voice is heard saying, “It’s time to travel.” Dreams can take us anywhere they almost feel real like we’re flying through the air as our mind keeps on turning like a spinning wheel
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