Oh, by the way, it's twelve o'clock
Under sheets and under lock
We sew seeds of paradise
Just by letting go...
Closing your eyes...
Perhaps tomorrow, in the morning dew
The blazing sun will arise a new
Eyes cracked open, like sprouts from seed
We're born again of burning need
I travel from my slumber, so long, so far
Oh, to roll over and there you are
There was a plum tree of dreams
Like a single drop of blood reflected in a thousand mirrors
Only for a glimpse of you
Oh, only a glimpse
But that is more than enough
For I caught your gaze
Another day of waking beside you
It will last forever
Last forever in this dream state
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