Remember I'm here and near to sing you a song
That'll string you along
Through the streams and dreams
Where we drift in between
What is life and what dies
When we find what is being
Where I harbor safety
In words left unspoke
And the heart of your attack
Is the butt of my joke
But don't fret for sunrise
Just comes closer with breath
And as you exhale and when you least expect
It'll wake you with bright eyes
And surprise on your plate
Here's breakfast what's leftover
Is just to contemplate
So focus now darling and let's concentrate
On the passing events of a stitch in the seam
In the material that comprises the lives that are lived in a dream
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