In a forest known as heartbreak
in a clearing in the wood
cross a pathway called confusion
toward the garden of delight
You reach the river of desire
and deeply try to cross it
while the valley of love
keeps avoiding you because it's
Only an illusion
only an illusion
Upon the hill of high ideals
you begin to wonder if it's real
you are reaching sleep's oasis
you begin to wonder how you feel
But it happens so quickly
it doesn't fit in to your schemes
tossing and turning
the star of so many seems
It's only an illusion
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