I dream of a new day but it has protracted.
I arise from a night quicksand but the rise is not far from the next fall.
I am only human, how many more times do I have to fall.
Look, I see an imaginary hope fading by the wind.
Run my freedom fowler; Invisible fetters are as roaring storms.
Hide afar from the moonlight, the sun crawls but it will anchor.
I dream of a new day; don't wake me from my dream.
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