next time i wake up ill be somewhere else
there wont be a rising sun or any morning dew
no swallow's song or yawning leaves
life will be asleep - and I, awake
or maybe, just maybe,
it will all be just a dream
where am i when i'm not awake?
am i sleeping,
or am i somewhere else?
will death know?
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