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the road stretches on from unknown destinationacross open streamsthrough fields of carnationsit enters a city, a buildingit stretches aheadit stops at the feetthe feet of his bedhe's aware of a small inclinationa dream in a dreamhe pays no attentionoranges hover and faces all over he knowsis how the dream goescaught within a dream within a dreama man within a mancaught within a thought within a thoughtan ocean so deephe will drown in his sleepths winds whistles lower and the windows are yieldingthe telephone rings in the opposite buildinga voice with a likable, unrecognizable airit runs in the wallsit isn't quite therehe's aware of a change in the weathera dream in a dreamhe'll think of it latera wonderful melody line that he couldn't quite gethe couldn't rememberhe'd never forgetcaught within a dream within a dreama man within a mancaught within a thought within a thoughtan ocean so deephe will drown his sleep |
