March into my dream and its horror scene; Explore my dream with each cautious pace. Fortune in dimness should never be seen, though midst of darkness finds the priceless grace. But the fortune won't be easily granted; The nightmare refuses to go away. The verses I wrote and the songs I chanted Are haunting my soul every night and day. I write in misery the words of pain, and I sing in sorrow the notes of despair. My hopelessness suddenly floods the land Where voice of woe echoes through the air. What makes a nightmare is not what's in it, But the way the dream and my real life split!!Birth sign: Not entered
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