Light slowly fading from my room. In the water wading, searching for the tomb. Most color in a dream I ever saw.Blue was the steam, Red the writting on the wall.
Take me under, bring me back out again.The distant thunder rings out. Inside a voice I think I can. No more will you see fear on my face. A door, Heaven so clear. A wonderful place.
In the dreamer's tale, such a beautiful world is made. Yet the drunkerd fails, his fate now a path done laid. What conditions to impose? A loser's hand now exposed. What future the cards hold? For one who's bought and sold?
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