Dreamland shows me my subconscious and the spirits
It revealed my birth mother's mental ticks.
I recognize the fortress
And even feel the luck it forces.
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Gratitude is beyond doubt, the most special action I can shout
The one person that perished, made me feel alive and careless.
I will never have such a considerate friend
Her ghost had such a tedious plan
My habits died and will never be seen again.
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I close my eyes and see these sparkles,
Where my ancestors sit and await my troubles.
I escape this wretched plan,
What is Dreamland?
The bullet's hole,
The daunting spirit says, "Any other mother could love what grows."
What is this plane?
A place where emotions remain.