1.
at night things
lurk from our touch
carried away by the waters of dreams
we’re transported into the distance
only they stay here in the clear
somewhere we don’t
for we, we follow the same ways
we always go, and so we only
keep on
flowing
2.
dream can’t be rehearsal
or else brother to death,
but a second life
we lead as another person
and on our way back
the ward who watches over us
from the tower of wake
has us depose
all we have gained,
so that we remain
in the little half
we are reminded of
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