Dream of Sleep

Lately, a day for the lady

Who finds grandeur in granite

A trusted lyricist in a mute city

A bricklayer on an ocean planet

The same is said in her schemes

To have wholly original dreams

And she'll talk of trust and lust

After her flesh is but dust

Merry moody pristine wails

Against time and torrid doubt

The singer with piercing veils

Shout and shout and once more shout

After a lover turns and snores

You'll maybe silently toss and weep

You'll find the Sandman unlocks doors

But now you can only dream of sleep

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