We slip into the cradle of night's arms,
Beyond our weary, wakeful selves, we go.
Where hopes take flight, untouched by worldly harms,
And whispered wants, like drifting petals, flow.
Beneath a veil of stars and moonlit beams,
We cross to reach the realm of our design,
To find our truest selves within our dreams,
Where truths and aspirations intertwine.
And when we wake to walk through daylight's door,
The secrets of the stars, we're meant to keep.
Unfiltered are the thoughts our dreams explore;
Our minds cannot be closed when they're asleep.
May we be armed with wisdom of the night,
And dare to seek a world beyond our sight.
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