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The piercing radiant moon, |
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The storming of poor June, |
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All the life running through her hair, |
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Approaching guiding light, |
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Our shallow years in fright, |
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Dreams are made winding through my head, |
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Through my head, |
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Before you know, |
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Awake, |
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Your lives are open wide, |
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The V-chip gives them sight, |
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All the life running through her hair, |
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The spiders all in tune, |
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The evening of the moon, |
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Dreams are made winding through my head, |
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Through my head, |
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Before you know, |
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Awake |
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Through my head, |
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Before you know, |
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Before you know I will be waiting all awake, |
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Dreams are made winding through her hair, |
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Dreams are made winding through her hair. |