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Some wandering rays of an aimless light,
Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…
Their whimsical sparks got woven away,
Within the mortal strands too busy at play…
My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of light
That it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…
When the trance ended I woke up to see,
That the mystical dream had woven a soul for me
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