Released
Somewhere customary and serene
Disturbance of none
Except the existance of a dream
One feels free, yet alone
In a state of mind where emotion is expressed
And freedom is grown
Relaxation, a sign of relief
A place in time where minds are at ease
No stress involved, worries fade
Sleep is something beautiful
Within yourself is where the magic is made
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