| I dreamed my perspective was on a dial
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| Wired to spare me from my will
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| I saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within
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| And I was relieved to find how freely
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| The cold and strange could set its hue to the setting sun
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| To subdue the most immersive blue
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| And if I wake under a sky weighed down by clouds of ashen gray
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| Let me will the dial to turn and gild the air with silver pearls of rain
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| I dreamed my perspective was on a dial
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| Wired to spare me from this will
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| That saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within
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| And I was relieved |