When I lie awake, in my bed
I think of things
And I think of things
Thinking for me
Of such half-dreams
Would my fears be born
But I've been there & I have seen
The musicians asleep, the laughter, resting
Evocations of grandeur, of warmth and love
At my beck and call
I am sure there is a me
Beyond
Chemistry
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