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The morning star stretches out its arms

And little birds begin their song

Reminding us to wake

But I am trapped in a wonderful dream

Not ready to depart

My eyes shut tight like doors 

Holding back the beating fists of revolution 

A single tear could lead an army 

A violent coup to storm the halls of my heart

The tide of chemicals washing away 

A powerful hand gently lifts me to reality 

Unable to resist with all my strength 

Forced to face the light of the Sun

Holding fast to memory

Bent in supplication 

Praying for the return of the Moon