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Finding it hard to sleep
Afraid of the dreams I keep
Wrapped in the dust of my bed
The liver is where we met

But I dream
In spite of me
I can almost see it
I can almost go within

Dying is wide awake
Counting the threads that break
Wrapped in the wool of time and
All I resist is mine

But I dream
In spite of me
And I dream
Wide Awake
'Til the seam
Starts to break
Will it break and begin?

I can almost see it
I can almost go within