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I dreamed of blue children and wild gardens. Flowers made of moonbeeams and old-man speech mixed into the wind like records of high-quality production. Silver water and purple clouds that I could eat and feed on.
That's the world I was always looking for. I just had to keep believe it, keep dreaming it, and someday I'd find myse;f there for real. I'd travel by faith alone. I'd travel through insanity. I'd live the beggar's life. And it would all be worth it because the reward was golden fields and an army of rats parading behind the music my flute made as I piped along.
That's the world I was always looking for. I just had to keep believe it, keep dreaming it, and someday I'd find myse;f there for real. I'd travel by faith alone. I'd travel through insanity. I'd live the beggar's life. And it would all be worth it because the reward was golden fields and an army of rats parading behind the music my flute made as I piped along.