| With life just begun, my sleeping new son
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| Has eyes that roll back in his head
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| They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
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| And pictures a world past his bed
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| It’s hard to believe, as I watch you breathe
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| Your mind drifts and weaves
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about?
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about?
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| Do you dream about music or mathematics
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| Or planets too far for the eye?
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| Do you dream about Jesus or quantum mechanics
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| Or angels who sing lullabies?
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| His fontanelle pulses with lives that he’s lived
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| With memories he’ll learn to ignore
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| And when it is closed, he already knows
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| He’s forgotten all he knew before
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| But when sleep sets in
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| History begins
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| But the future will win
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about?
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about?
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| Are they color or black and white, Yiddish or English
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| Or languages not yet conceived?
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| Are they silent or boisterous?
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| Do you hear noises just loud enough to be perceived?
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| Do you hear Del Shannon’s 'Runaway' playing
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| On transistor radio waves?
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| With so little experience your mind not yet cognizant
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| Are you wise beyond your few days?
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about?
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about?
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| When you dream
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| What do you dream about? |