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Again and again they blend into one |
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My father the morning pushes through my moonlight love |
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So what's sleep, sleep, sleep? |
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I'm tired, so tired, so tired |
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But it seems that there's someone here with me |
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We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting |
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Deathless ones |
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We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting |
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Deathless ones |
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A story at three with the shrillest of cries |
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My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes |
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So what's sleep, sleep, sleep? |
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I'm tired, so tired, so tired |
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But it seems that there's someone here with me |
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We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting |
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Deathless ones |
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We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting |
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Deathless ones |
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I hear the morning choir |
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Sing to me their elegy |
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I hear the morning choir |
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Sing to me their elegy |
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I hear the morning choir, so beautiful |
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Sing to me their elegy |
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I hear the morning choir, they sing to me |
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Sing to me their elegy, requiem |
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I hear the morning choir |
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Sing to me their elegy |
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We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting |
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Deathless ones |
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We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting |
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Deathless ones |
