She awoke to the sounds of raindropsFalling from the footsteps of her door,She dozed off again falling prey to theMusic of rain, taking her into the lands so magical and pure.
Her dreams were hers alone,where no one could enter,where she reigned supremeand no one else could conquer.
There she was full of life and free,With no one to trouble her, no one to laugh at her,No one to scorn her and no one to hate her,Where love was supreme and she was a queen.
Though she knew, the dreams would not last long,And she would have to wake up soon, she looked forward to them as she lived through her days.
Her dreams were her refuge,Her dreams have her happiness,Her dreams kept her alive through her miserable daysOne day, she was sure,her dreams will become trueand she will be taken to her lands which are magical and pure.
The day finally did come andShe moved into her magical land,And long after people talked of how she passed awayWith a smile so magical and pure.
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