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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
