The dreamer, the unwoken fool,
In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow.
The love of ages fills the head.
The days that linger there in prey of
emptiness, of burned out dreams.
The minutes calling through the
years.
The universal dreamer rises up above
his earthly burden.
Journey to the dead of night.
High on a hill in Eldorado.
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