| Ice falls in the tempest
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| Waves of crystals solidify, suspended by silken thread
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| The scorpion has stung
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| The sovereign of passion has flung me
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| Into her sultry bed
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| I dreamt I was dreaming
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| That I was awake in a dream
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| Where being awake was real
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| As was dreaming it would seem
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| But then…
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| I dreamt I had awakened
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| From a dream that I was awake
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| Where all dreams are real
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| And being awake was a mistake
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| Bewitching me compassionately
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| In the vanishing horizon
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| Of a harmonious equinox
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| In the temple of the burning flame
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| Are angels whispering my name
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| Behind my ears and between my curly locks
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| I dreamt I was dreaming
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| That I was awake in a dream
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| Where being awake was real
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| As was dreaming it would seem
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| But then…
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| I dreamt I had awakened
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| From a dream that I was awake
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| Where all dreams are real
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| And being awake was a mistake
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| My love is suspended
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| Throughout the pluriverse for better or worse
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| I still dream the dream
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| The dawn of one world
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| Is the dusk of another perplexity is the mother
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| Of the eternal scheme
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| I dreamt I was dreaming
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| That I was awake in a dream
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| Where being awake was real
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| As was dreaming it would seem
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| But then…
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| I dreamt I had awakened
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| From a dream that I was awake
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| Where all dreams are real
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| And being awake was a mistake
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| I dreamt I was dreaming |