| I wander all night in my vision
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| Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping
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| And stopping, bending with opens arms
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| Over the shadows, I’m sleepers
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| Wandering and confused, lost to myself
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| Feel assorted contradictory posing
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| Gazing, branding and distorting
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| How solemn they look there stretched and still
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| How quite they breath, the little children in their cradles
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| The married couple sleeps soundly in their bed
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| He with his palm on the hip of his wife
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| And she with her palm on the hip of the husband
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| The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed
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| The men sleep lovingly side by side in beds
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| And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapped
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| The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie enclosed
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| They flow hand in hand over the highest, from east to west
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| As they lie, as they lie, ooh, ooh, ooh |