Sunday morning
A festivity in bed,
Another visit to the sandman
White powder for your eyes
and the insides of your mind
In beautiful slumber
on clouds far away,
We all carouse in escapism
In this space called the heart
I dream in hues
Such unexpected chromism,
too hard to leave
I lie awake
in the inside of my mind
A festivity in bed,
Another visit to the sandman
White powder for your eyes
and the insides of your mind
In beautiful slumber
on clouds far away,
We all carouse in escapism
In this space called the heart
I dream in hues
Such unexpected chromism,
too hard to leave
I lie awake
in the inside of my mind
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