They're nothing but some dusty stars
And I've forgotten how to fly
Airiness leaks with passion's scars
False thoughts drown in their brain's juice
All my hopes are haunting the house
Ghosts are laughing at these fool dreams
They can't help me with unreal things
Yesterday, sheep were blind and deaf
The blue lies lived in their small death
Now, shadows want a light to share
A see-through fire, floating in space
Dream Passage, by Salvador Dali
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