| My sleep burrows me a chain of monochromatic rooms
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| That jangles in the day and recalls a samey drone
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| Day has drawn out from the night
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| What’s been lacking in its wage
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| Reviving eyes that choked the light
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| With no extraction for the page
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| I cannot seem to remember my dreams lately
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| If the moon defines the night and illuminates without direction
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| Could the obscured that steered my life illuminate its intervention?
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| I fought so long for an explanation
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| Planting, the seeds that took root in my mind
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| Explaining, into dust what was a lucid situation
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| And I cannot seem to remember my dreams lately |