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Maybe Tomorrow
Maybe Tomorrow
Not cold, it has a gentle touch, gently soothing the injured child in the dream, making people
Oh, sweet dreams, no one wants to miss it. You need not fear darkness, for it is the mother of
But will it wake up? When the fire was lit, when the dawn ripped through the night, the cold and
the eyes.
Put on clothes that no one cares about, go to a place that no one cares about, and play some
scenes that no one cares about. You never love this, it's just another bad day, what a big deal.
That nasty beast and its nasty master never learned how to be quiet.
"Tired body, dry eyes, and longing soul. You can pass, next one."
Oh, sweet dreams, no one wants to miss it. You need not be afraid of the light, because it is born
May it dream long, when the flames go out, when the night covers the world, and the warm and