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Daydream
Falling, falling into light
from the darkness of the night.
What dreams may come or memories show
are for no one but him to know.
He lifts the chair before i tumble,
quietly watching as i fumble
my life away without meaning.
Now silently i'm leaving.
Goodbye, adieu, oh sweet sorrow!
Maybe we'll meet again tomorrow
for without life and love's sweet breath,
i tumble into sweet, precious death.
