and now I should begin to sleep tonight
else 'morrow I should wake upon a star
to spend the whole day wishing 'way the light
or dreaming things were not quite how they are
so while I sleep I hope I sense some dreams
a'crawling in my incandescent brain
to waken fading seamstresses and seams
when sense and sensibility remain
and maybe when I wake my thirst is quenched
for dreaming on such unrealistic things
so I should wake up absolutely drenched
when larks do quack and nightingales don't sing
reality, I curse thy name, 'tis true
that I cannot mix with the fonder you
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