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Awake II
Awake.
The morning side
Of 3 am.
Stone cold
Eyelids heavy yet wide,
Rest never comes
Weary and worn
A soul out of place
The rains wash away
Dirt of...
The morning side
Of 3 am.
Stone cold
Eyelids heavy yet wide,
Rest never comes
Weary and worn
A soul out of place
The rains wash away
Dirt of...
