Before a day, after a night,
when sleep is gripping the pillow tight,
I woke to a day I lost, and gained,
and wasted away the sadness inside;
I crawled back to reality,
and wondered at this beautiful life.
Before a day, after a night,
when sleep is gripping the pillow tight,
I woke to a day I lost, and gained,
and wasted away the sadness inside;
I crawled back to reality,
and wondered at this beautiful life.
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