Lunar Garden

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Only in dreams will it appear,

a place free of sorrow and fear.

A plane of existence where ideas become fabrications,

spectacles of unfathomable beauty behold an aberration.

Fleeting dreams build a foundation,

through webs of ethereal gestation.

The web of dreams expands forever,

from the hearts of wanderers it could never sever.

Silver moonbeams caress the waxen flowers,

inviting dream-seekers into the illustrious bower.

The crippled keeper tends the garden of gleam,

as the angel of nightmares ushers an eternal dream.

So sleep to pay a visit to the lunar garden,

it will be sure to grant you a pardon.

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