| I had a strange dream,
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| a morning dream,
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| a weird and truthful dream,
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| that I woke up and was still a little boy
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| and was setting off, my bed a sailing-ship.
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| On one side there was the sea
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| and on the other practically nothing
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| a storm was puffing the sails,
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| I was flying over people’s hats,
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| I was shouting to the world, and the world was a carousel
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| tell me if you believe me,
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| and if you believe me, wait for me because
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| if I ever come back
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| I’ll come back to you.
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| Tell me if you believe me,
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| and if you believe me wait for me,
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| that way, if I come back,
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| you’ll already be here.
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| A cannon’s mouth
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| was spitting cannonballs and fire,
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| and there was a red cat at a window
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| almost as if it were a game, he was watching
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| people falling off the carousel.
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| They were falling into the streets
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| but without making much noise
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| like leaves in the November wind,
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| and the red cat’s heart grew sad,
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| but he stayed at the window, as always.
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| Tell me if you believe me,
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| and if you believe me, wait for me,
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| that way, if I come back,
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| you’ll already be here. |