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Put down the paper, baby |
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I had a dream at dawn |
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A terrible storm blew over |
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Covered up the morning sun |
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Beyond I heard a lullaby |
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So peaceful and serene |
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Next thing I knew I eased into |
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A gentle awakening |
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The people on the city streets |
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The farmers on the plains |
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All walking in the lucid dream |
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While the sky is set aflame |
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They soon will hear a quiet tune |
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So peaceful and serene |
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Then they may too may ease into |
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A gentle awakening |
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Waiting through a waning moon |
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An unknown masquerade |
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Hear the wounded mockingbird |
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A mournful serenade |
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The people on the city streets |
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The farmers on the plains |
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They're walking in the lucid dream |
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While the sky is set aflame |
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They soon will hear a quiet sound |
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So peaceful and serene |
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Then they might too may ease into |
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A gentle awakening |
