It is the first night,
Oh no. it is the last,
I don't know which one,
Nights have no difference.
They seem like another,
Saving all signs of silence,
From the beginning to the end.
If it was the first hour,
Or the last hour.
You don't know which one,
That it started passing.
How many seconds you could hear,
Hours have no change,
Still keeping soul of sadness.
If you find something to do,
When you missed dreaming,
Dreams are yours.
Waking or sleeping,
You've got to do it.
Time will be present for you,
As long as you dream.
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