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I lay upon your thought one needling eye |
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Another I cast into a spring as it was already told |
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But no care I have for the days masquerade |
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Night became the only land so long ago |
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For my solitude creation |
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With maps to the wilderness |
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In dreamdecipher |
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With charts of the construction of a planet |
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I dreamdecipher |
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Though I know it is mine |
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your dreamed new day |
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That which you made unforgotten |
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the sights I have witnessed |
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For what heaven alone can forgive ye |
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But most of all I hope that none ever shall |
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For dreams such as those |
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Subconscious godliness or devildom |
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a will and a hater was born |
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I lay upon your thought one needling eye |
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Another I cast into a spring as it was already told |
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But no care I have for the days masquerade |
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Night became the only land so long ago |
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For my solitude creation |
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With maps to the wilderness |
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In dreamdecipher |
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With charts of the construction of a planet |
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I dreamdecipher |
