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Weeding a million nightmares, |
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And I chanced one dream. |
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It was in mint condition |
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In my sleep |
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Flying one kingfisher, as I was lost. |
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A mind paints a lovely landscape at the cost |
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of lost actuality, or seeing what's real, |
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dodging the problematic way you feel. |
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Of lost actuality or seeing what's real, |
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or dodging the problematic way you feel. |
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Woke to an angry headache |
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On your Sabbath day. |
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Oh, yes! dear, I finally reached you. |
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Oh, no! what did I say? |
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Taken for just a moment, true at first light. |
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So brief in entirety, reverie is my goddamn right. |
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Oh lost actuality or seeing what's real, |
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or dodging the problematic way you feel. |
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I would have followed you to all you do |
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and every idea that I created. |
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I would have followed you to all you do |
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and every idea that I created. |
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And I've had a million nightmares, |
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I lost one dream. |
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And it was in mint condition |
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in my sleep. |