Lucid dreams
in ephemeral night,
luminous visions
fading in twilight.
It's all a stage
with balletic grace,
fake danseur nobles
adorning masks on face.
Pull back the curtain,
rouse from sleep !
You'll soon divine
the dance runs deep.
Lucid dreams
in the glimmering night,
the world’s a stage
pirouetting in daylight.
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