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I dream of reaching the sky every night, I glide so elegantly in pursuit of the Sun, despite the imminence of my ungraceful failure that will haunt me for eternity; but I still enter sleep with a grasp of this dream, clutching and hoping, but fearing futility, overwhelmed by the rugged hands of anguish and grief and effectively initiating my own restless sleep. Will I ever be able to engage in this waking dream? Can I ever feel it and touch it before I fall asleep, Igniting that passion that will set me on my way to the paradise, in the sky, where one dreams all day. The paradise, where joy overcomes all and more, propelling pleasure into the thoughts of those who adore the guardian residing in the most wonderful of places so high, That one can only describe as the paradise in the sky.