Strange is the world of illusions
The real dreams so unreal
The known facts so unknown
A private conversation with the surreal
To take you away from the reality
Is the promise of the delusion
As long as you swear to hold hands with it
And embrace your seclusion
You think the moon is yours
It looks only at you
You think you are being watched
By someone who’s loving you
As if you are the only one in the universe
To have been granted the wish
So what if it’s only an illusion
It redeems you from the anguish
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