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put down the paper baby
I had a dream at dawn
a terrible storm blew over
covered up the morning sun
beyond I heard a lullaby
so peaceful and serene
next thing I knew I eased into
a gentle awakening
the people on the city streets
the farmers on the plains
are walking in a lucid dream
while the sky is set aflame
they soon will hear a quiet tune
so peaceful and serene
then they may too may ease into
a gentle awakening
wading through a waiting moon
an unknown masquerade
hear the whooing mockingbird
a mournful serenade
the people on the city streets
the farmers on the plains
are walking in a lucid dream
while the sky is set aflame
they soon will hear a quiet sound
so peaceful and serene
then they might too may ease into
a gentle awakening