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Not Yet Slumber
Why must this slumber end
I am not yet finished with the dream
When the day begins
Nothing is as it seems
For the light of day
Erases our recollection
Of the night’s Shakespearian play
The dark reflection
The divine is held in dream
The connection with our creator undeniable
Nothing is as it seems
The future now unforeseeable
Connect with me, my beloved Creator
Show me my truth
For you are my life curator
Just as in my youth
I am not yet finished with the dream
When the day begins
Nothing is as it seems
For the light of day
Erases our recollection
Of the night’s Shakespearian play
The dark reflection
The divine is held in dream
The connection with our creator undeniable
Nothing is as it seems
The future now unforeseeable
Connect with me, my beloved Creator
Show me my truth
For you are my life curator
Just as in my youth
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