In sleep we dream a world apart
Strange happenings invade to take to heart
Where comes these things we are left to ask
Ah, just to know becomes a solitary task
We cry we tear we anguish and moan
To know for certain down deep we are alone
Comes the morn we hasten awake with relief
But desire to enter again beyond belief
Though frightening the landscape can often be
Its a world of our own with no one to see
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