| Often I found my disappeared fortune in a
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| Nocturnal vision but it left me standing
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| Hopeless the same time just an alert dream
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| In daylight. |
| On the run from time and space
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| My soul searched for shelter just in this
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| Dream. |
| Oh, this dream was often my
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| Companion in this world of agony and
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| Confusion. |
| He met me in my loneliness
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| Sometimes — from afar — the glimmering
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| Twilight misteaded my mortal coil in my
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| Search for truth. |
| And one day I found my true
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| Dream: beyond time and space stretched
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| Out an obscure land and on a black throne
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| Ruled a demon, called the night. |
| I continued
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| To pace the land guided by a host of black
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| Angels. |
| Mounting fall abruptly — yawning
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| Jaws. |
| Oceans without coasts but with waves
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| Foaming in the burning sky and lakes with
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| Calm black waters. |
| Everywhere a befooled
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| Odow of sad and pale lilies. |
| I sat down on a
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| Cliff. |
| I listened to the eternal whisper of the
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| Land of the dead. |
| Then on the horizon Christ
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| Appeared. |
| He was wrapped in his bloody
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| Shroud. |
| The black angels began to sing and
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| Sad lilies died. |
| Am I awake? |