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Surrender to the surrealistic state of being
Give no consideration to the sights.
Think not, for what you are seeing
can only be sought at night.
Fear the sound of laughter no more,
believe not in the tyranny of hate.
Surrender so you can find what you’re looking for
surrender to the surrealistic state of being.
Fly with the pigs,
sing with the fat lady.
Dance with your deer at dawn.
Believe again that just maybe,
your heart will keep,
even through the most dismal storm.
Believe me when I say
I’ve weathered my share.
Start believing today
that for you I care.
And that is not surreal
nor is the way I feel.
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