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Everything's dark, must be a surprise,
exhaling, I wish it's something nice;
Something opened my eyes,
it's a sunrise

Circular rooms, cone-shaped roofs,
made of bricks, broken and brand new;
A place where friends can be goofs,
a place where, tenderly, the wind blew

I am in a place where magic
floats in the air;
I am in a place where logic
can be used to escape despair

There's a fireplace,
and it doesn't feel so hot, just right;
Girls' hairs, tied with lace,
are arranged as ponytails or buns which are tight

After I bought my lunch,
I was about to say, "thanks a bunch;"
My sight went blurry,
telling me to hurry

Everything's dark, I must be wise
to know if the next is something nice;
Something opened my eyes,
it's a sunrise

The curtain is being opened,
and when I thought it was, it's not the end;
Someone who has a lovely voice
greeted me and said I have a choice

It's either I drink tea
or I drink coffee;
But I refused to take both,
instead I want some oats

I went out of my bed
and shook my head;
"It's just a dream in that place,"
I thought as I pace

Now, I will face another day,
far different from that surprise;
I have to be careful with what I'll say
before it ruins the day that started with a sunrise

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