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When the dream began, I was in the water |
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And I believe I was drowning |
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All I could do was swim |
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Towards the unforseen beaches |
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So deep below me, so far before me |
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The tides pull me away |
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But still I swam |
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Against the currents |
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Towards the shore I could not see |
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And behold, a tempest |
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Harbinger of a tidal fear |
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And it rained |
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But still I swam against the currents |
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Towards the sands of providence |
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I grew weary and mortal |
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And I drank the salts of fate |
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I welcomed this final wave |
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The end was beautiful |
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100 CCs of utmost deliverance |
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Comatose, I began to dream of myself |
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I believe I was drowning |
