From sleeping visions
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Daily were torn
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In waking hours
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Hopes our forlorn.
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Is all we do and all we dream
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Doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?
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Wishing life were made of lasting visions
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In eternal sleep
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And if that rest were filled with sorrow
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Still we'd sleep.
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In the madness of a silent eternity
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We'd find solace in
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False visions that protect us
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From reality.
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Enter ivory gates through midnight skies
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Daylight dreamers in private parades
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Perform before perpetual dawn
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As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.
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Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
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Invisible fortresses of escape
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Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
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Impervious to reality.
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Quietus
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| Fates Warning |
