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As I walk this path and dream this dream, in this world of verdant green.
All is not as it seem, upon this twisting trail-filled scene.
Sounds are filtered through the air, leaves rustle by wind unfelt.
Animals heard but never seen, flowers seen but never smelt.
One eye open to the world, to see all that is true.
One eye closed to see the dreams, that we all knew.
