Everything is as it’s supposed to be,
In this place with no fears,
No crying, no tears, no more nightmares.
Unicorn feathers on the floor
Bend down and discover more
Lead me down a trail of crumbs;
End up at a house filled with bums.
Let us leave this place.
Gloomy and almost out of sight,
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