Confessions of ghosts, where forgotten dreams take a tea break on ceiling fans.
Chant 1: "I once knew a potato who danced the polka in a tutu."
Chant 2: "Balloons are merely the souls of deflated dreams, floating in purgatory."
Chant 3: "Echoes are just tiresome reminders of words already swallowed by silence."
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