If you call to dreams, do it softly
For they might never arrive
It's a song that you'll have to sing solo
They might never arrive
It's a great height that you've fallen
It's a great height that you have taken on trust
And think while you are falling
Look around at solid ground
Accelerate, accelerate, excel at speed
Caress the earth, accelerate
More flying, falling and fairyland
And Freud probably

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