I lowered my red hood
Over my moist eyes...
Oh how I would like to escape
And lose myself in the reflection
Of this golden mirror (oh mirror... tell me...).
Head in the clouds...
I dream of my escape,
It would be beautiful and light,
My soul unburdened
The weight of years, the weight of yesteryear...
Nestled up there I would feel so good,
Bursts of childish laughter...
Echoes... (don't wake me)
I'm still sleeping.

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