Talisman

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Met the love of my life, 
On the other side
of a talisman's nightmare. 

In the middle of nowhere, 
Black and white turns the world
In her arms I fall asleep. 

As all goes quiet, 
The rumbling hooves, 
Foot steps and squeals. 

Intertwined in a bosom, 
She says, "I'll come with you, 
wherever you go. " 

If you climb high enough,
Even a night mare 
can look like a dream.

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