The sun goes to sleep
And my dreams start to breathe
Voices in my head, become heard by mine ears
Shades of them figures of fantasy become solid shapes
And songs erupt, real songs surrounded by the shadows
And carried with the crew to wishes… to far lands
And the darkness speaks words of truth, words I want to hear
And I sleep soundly
My dreams take the shape of the voices
I heard before I went to bed, in the shadows
They promise, they are words I want to hear
They give me life
My mind tries not to wake
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