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In the absence of lush dreaming
I will take a peaceful sleep
The day is coming
I can feel it move
In the absence of a reckless love
I will take the regularity of solitude
The day is coming
I can feel it rumble
In the absence of myopia
I will take unwanted clarity
The day is coming
I can feel it flex
In the absence of percipience
I will take the ease of ignorance
The day is coming
I can feel it push
In the absence of You
I will take the echoing of imagination
Days wind on in numbers and
in names.
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