| Wastelands of Sleep |
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| Drifting through the wastelands of sleep |
| Rivers formed by those who weep |
| All missed by the wakeful mind |
| Memories are left far behind |
| But you can always return tomorrow |
| Escape in sleep from all of your sorrows |
| And then I can reach out for your touch |
| Am I asking for too much? |
