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I dreamed my perspective was on a dial |
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Wired to spare me from my will |
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I saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within |
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And I was relieved to find how freely |
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The cold and strange |
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Could set its hue |
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To the setting sun |
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To subdue the most immersive blue |
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And if I wake under a sky weighed down |
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By clouds of ashen gray |
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Let me will the dial to turn and gild the air |
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With silver pearls of rain |
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I dreamed my perspective was on a dial |
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Wired to spare me from this will |
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That saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within |
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And I was relieved |
