Awakening is the slumber from which it came,
loveliness in its simplest form ahead.
Have you ever been to the free world?
It’s one of the only pleasures to be right along with you,
watch out for temptation, it’s a quirky lot;
awakening is the slumber from which it came.
The expression time is inserted here,
talk in usable word in the act.
Have you ever been to the free world?
Sounds surround, other than yours is projected,
slip in the pressure to try and exceed.
Awakening is the sleep from which it came.
More, but more, it will continue at either’s end,
leave out the logical goddess and god of sort.
Have you ever sought a free world?
Rumbling, tumbling, the pleasures reach the tip,
afterwards the reality check grips the trip.
Loveliness in its simplest form ahead:
Have you ever been to the odd world?
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