Sleep late with your dreams:
The morning has a scar
To mark on the horizon
With the death of the morning star.
The color of blood will appear
And wash the morning sky,
Aluminum bird flying with fear
Will scream to your waking,
Will send to die.
Sleep late with your dreams:
Pretend that the morning is far;
Deep in the horizon country,
Unconcerned with the morning star.
The morning has a scar
To mark on the horizon
With the death of the morning star.
The color of blood will appear
And wash the morning sky,
Aluminum bird flying with fear
Will scream to your waking,
Will send to die.
Sleep late with your dreams:
Pretend that the morning is far;
Deep in the horizon country,
Unconcerned with the morning star.
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