How many times will you intrude
When I am lost in deep kip?
My soul to rejoice or brood;
Sacrosanct scenes that halt my sleep.
So unarguably real you seem.
They call you dream, they call you dream!
.
With soft ascendancy
Upon the platform of my subconscious head,
Unveilling fantastic fantasy
Or terribly dangerous dread
That makes me hug the ceiling beam.
They call you dream, they call you dream!
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