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So calm is the wake from a dream, |
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Returning to the world feels strange. |
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Did I sleep, or am I still sleeping? |
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Memories of the world are drawn together, |
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In mediums that these eyes have not seen. |
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Put me under, there is nothing left. |
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When will I sleep, my eyes are so heavy. |
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Why have I awoken? |
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Put me under, there is nothing left. |
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When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? |
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So sick is the plague of the world. |
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Memories of the world are drawn together, |
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In mediums that these eyes have not seen. |
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Put me under, there is nothing left. |
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When will I sleep, my eyes are so heavy. |
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Why have I awoken? |
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Put me under, there is nothing left. |
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When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? |
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Why have I woken? Put me under. |
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When will I sleep, or am I still dreaming? |