"Calls of a Troubled Dreamer"

 

 

Winter spring summer fall

I cry out

But you don't hear my calls

I try to shout

But no sound do I make

From this nightmare I can not awake

 

Down a dark hall I walk alone

Nothing do I hear but anguish filled moans

Running I try to find my way to the end

But no end do I find everything repeats again and again

 

Winter spring summer fall

I cry out

But you don't hear my calls

I try to shout

But no sound do I make

From this nightmare I can not awake

 

 

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