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it is to only dream that I yearn
The sinking feeling falls not upon my head
it has left not to return I dread
a drought has come for sweat soft slumbers touch
I can only lye awake in my bed
with my minds eye unfed
they will not return I know without doubt
It is without hope I walk about
I pass out
not rested I return
it is to only dream that I yearn
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