| I see something
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| It’s lying down
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| Am I dreaming?
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| Looks like a man
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| Once upon a time at dawn
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| A man left a dream so wild
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| When a quiet call was sounded
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| An Angel’s voice, it was the child
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| Offering him a piece of chalk
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| Whilst asking with a tender look
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| Inviting him to come and walk
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| He asked again and showed a book
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| Design for me a companion
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| Design for me a whole new world
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| Take my chalk brush and reconstruct
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| Invent for me all things forever lost
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| But the man was full of fear
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| There was nothing he used to do
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| Except to haze and to kill here
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| He didn’t know what else to do
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| Take my book or this piece of slate
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| Draw or write
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| Please do something for me
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| Drop your weapon
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| And come with me
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| Don’t let me down
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| I want to see |