Whenever I'm fast asleep
Both of these beautiful things waylay
My assiduous search for peace.
If you show up in my dream
I beg you my love, hold up your words
Oblivion returns quite soon.
Then a pitch to be hinted
To wake up with fright, reach for my keys:
"C... I was right all along."
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