Wake me not from my reverie
Stir me not, rouse me not,
Let me dwell in my fantasy,
Allow me solitude in my thoughts;
For this world suits me poorly
And I too, please in it naught;
So, let me dream, let me make-believe,
Let me be fulfilled being alone;
The bliss I desire my imagination does give,
Let me be content being on my own.
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