A disconcerting way to wake: to find everything in place
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the world goes on without my faith in anything
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to have to drag myself from bed, pull a sweater over my head
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(somehow find a way to brave the sun again).
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And all of this just as I was beginning to have the most amazing dream.
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They rolled the stones away
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and let everyone come right in and say hello to me.
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They picked me up and held me there
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and smiled at my crumpled wings.
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And all of this just as I was beginning to have the most amazing dream.
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And when you go to sleep at night, don't you ever feel the weight
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of all the things that make you happy;
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that float around you, pull you down?
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And don't you ever want to stand up on the waves and run?
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Miserere
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| The Gloria Record |
