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Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming,
Cannot cease for the fear,
Of silent nights,
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming,
The goddess of imaginary light.

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby,
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me.

I linger in the doorway,
Of alarm clock screaming monsters,
Calling my name,
Let me stay,
Where the wind will whisper to me,
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.

If you need to leave the world you live in,
Lay your head down and stay a while,
Though you may not remember dreaming,
Something waits for you to breathe again.