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[font=arial]As dreams are blurred in the daylight,
Reality appears so clear.
But then true servants of the night,
Make change of cast ride through your mind,
And all your dreams become so real.

Tomorrow seems blurred to me,
A grip of Present's sharp and clear.
Until daydreamers will predict,
How my Future's gonna be.
Their own presence is surreal.

The relativity of things,
Is a well-known law of nature.
Where 'Primus inter pares' is,
With secrets of all centuries,
There lies an answer to your question.[/font]


Aug. 01