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with passion flowers, petals bright,
we conjure visions in the night,
in mystic rituals, we partake,
to realms of slumber, we shall wake
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the kettle hums, the fire warm,
as we prepare for dreams to swarm,
into our cups, the brew we pour,
a liquid portal to explore
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sip by sip, we slowly drift,
in realms where fantasy and reality shift,
visions dance ‘cross the mind’s widescreen,
in the dream enchantment of the tea serene
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