In the first five stages of life
With two more reserved for later
If you persevering make it there
Love terror beauty grief
And finally getting over yourself
Having a self to get over
And for a few moments
You break free from defining time
And enclosing space and float
Of course it's a dream
Which only makes it realer
Than the things around you shining
No use going out there if you
Don't bring something back
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