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In my childhood I used to
dream; about a fantastical land and
an ambrosial stream;of mystical amaranthine meadows under an astral moonlit night; and of runic rainbows in celestial bright sunlight;
I am the one who used to fantasise this magnificent dream; an illusion teared in time and shattered amid a sorrow's gleam.
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