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Papers late at night,
Homework fills my site.
I settle upon an open book.
The room starts to shift and lift,
As my tired mind begins to drift.
I find myself by a brook,
Where all dreams end and flow.
Fairies put on a marvelous show,
World swiftly stirs, fairies leave the stages,
An open book flies and hits my face
It stays unmoving upon that place
Then I awake, face down in book pages