Bring it back

So as I fall in too deep
The AC's chill chants to me
I take to a world of sleep
Where animals could talk and speak
The birds, they'd sing you pretty things,
Flying with their outstretched wings
But that's (thanks to this fact)
Just a distortion.
A daydream, only yearning left in place

Just thinking of those times,allowed to laugh and weep, but I no longer have that conation;
I'm no longer nine.

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