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Dreamweaver

Stark. Naked. Trembling. Wrinkled.
At the Fountain of youth.
The eternal wellspring of blooming wealth
Waiting at its feet for redemption.
To be claimed by it
And made whole again
To last for all eternity
Till every inch of you
Glows like gold
And sparkles like diamonds
Isn't that your dream
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