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The dream is death's little brother, Whose whispers haunt us in the night, As darkness falls and shadows hover, And we succumb to sleep's sweet delight. For in our dreams we find a world, Where anything is possible to be, And all our fears and woes unfurled, Are but illusions, set us free.