in there is nobody asleep. nobody, nobody.

nobody is asleep.

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te t dream,

and t broken on the

street coer

tor quiet beneatender protest of the

stars.

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nobody is asleep.

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whree years

because of a dry countryside on his knee;

and t boy this moing cried so much

it o call out to keep .

life is not a dream. careful! careful! careful!

e fall doairs in order to eat t earth

or o the dead

dahlias.

but forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;

fless. kisses tie our mouths

in a t of new veins,

and w pain forever

and w on his shoulders.

one day

the saloons

and ts

take refuge in the