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Dream Theatre

Dream Theatre

This is entertainment, This is self fulfilment
This is your worst nightmare
This is your orgy of nonsense
Blood Sweat Toil and Feeling
Buy a ticket, steal one
Enter into the vaudeville, the cathedral
Watch and wait
Waiting for a punchline
Older than you are
Raining dreams
An island with no way off
This is for the poor, no means testing
Take your seats, close your eyes
 V Topp


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