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... ream…Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…Life is but a dream," he continued.
It was one of those things that was simply a naturally-ingrained concept into the heads of any person born in the same land as him; a nursery rhyme that befell the ears of all children, far and wide.
'I remember…My mom used to sing this to me. From when I was a toddler even up until I turned ten. I used to have so much trouble sleeping…I was always in pain, crying or even screaming some nights. Though, th ...
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