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IT WAS A DREAM - 2
The relapse was swift
the scenes changed fast
I could hardly describe
the transport and the means
That took me far away
not by air, land and sea
I found myself in a place so strange
In the middle of a great hanging bridge
Over a large expanse of water
Suddenly
the bridge collapsed in front of me
Terrified
I ran faster than I had ever done
To get to the edge of the bridge
But not fast enough
to cover the stretch
I was afraid of being drowned
So I leaped and soared into space