The new born moon seems like a cradle, shining on the desert sand
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Scent of sandalwood and jasmine, a goddess with a silver skin
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I am painting all your flowers, I'm the shadow of your dream
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Who changed your opium to money shiva calls your name,
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Why don't you sleep?
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You're not worth a passing glance, I'm the picture in your mind
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Who can feel the wind blows gently sparkling dust over the land
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A stone is not a stone until I tell you what it's supposed to be
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Who changed your opium to money shiva calls again,
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Why don't you sleep?
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And all our dreams are rushing to the river
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The river that has always flowed
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When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire
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Our dreams will show the way back home
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Lighter than a tuft of feathers, dancing with the rays of light
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Digging oceans with my fingers, patterns carved into the sky
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The creation of the earth is in my sight which no one's seen before
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Sparkles of awakening knowledge shiva calls your name,
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Why don't you sleep?
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And all our dreams are rushing to the river
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The river that has always flowed
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When maya comes and sets our hearts on fire
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Frightened and weeping
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I read my name on a tombstone in a graveyard I don't know
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In another dimension sitting with a pale face
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On the hill of the dead!
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The clouds all painted pink
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Me wrapped in white cotton, nobody can see me at all
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The letters of my name, iridescent and melting in the sun
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Unsatisfied and restless, seeking in wrong places
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Wading through a sea of my desires
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When I burned away my bonds
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I knew that I could not remain the same!
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I left a fragment of my soul
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Knotted in a tree top as a present for the endless universe
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My form is full of light
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As I'm going to the woods to find myself again
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All the good, all the bad
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All the pleasure, all the pain
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All the yearnings of the brave,
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All the sun and all the rain
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All the beauty, all the dirt
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All the love and all the hate
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All the laughing, all lamenting, the acceptance of our fate
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All illusions that we have,
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All our secret fairytales,
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Are doomed to slow decay; are flowing down the stream.
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So come and kiss my silver skin while I paint pictures in your mind
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So you can feel again that life's just a dream within a dream.
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Sleep
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| RPWL |
