While I toss in my empty bed
Your feathers hang above my head
Give me dreams so lovely and fair
As you catch my little night mare
Let light shine through your strings
When dawn breaks, keep everything
Because I’ll forget my dream and see
Dreams just don’t belong to me
Big or small, no matter the size
They all vanish at the time I rise
So with your web, keep them free
They will die if given to me
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