Somewhere in between

the waking and the dream,

I can feel you close to me.

Just before times hands

reshape the desert sands,

I can feel you reach for me.

In the blink of tear stained eyes,

watching weary to the skies,

I can see you cry for me.

In the breaking of the dawn,

in the dew upon the lawn,

I can see you smile for me.

In the bright ray...

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