Put down the paper, baby
I had a dream at dawn
A terrible storm blew over
Covered up the morning sun
Beyond I heard a lullaby
So peaceful and serene
Next thing I knew I eased into
The people on the city streets
The farmers on the plains
All walking in the lucid dream
While the sky is set aflame
They soon will hear a quiet tune
So peaceful and serene
Then they may too may ease into
Waiting through a waning moon
An unknown masquerade
Hear the wounded mockingbird
A mournful serenade
The people on the city streets
The farmers on the plains
They're walking in the lucid dream
While the sky is set aflame
They soon will hear a quiet sound
So peaceful and serene
Then they might too may ease into
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