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This Morning

No wonder you are down and feel strange
after the dream
horse lying dead beside your bed
You look it in awe
but dare not move it away
You have that strange feeling
it's going to get up

Now you're awake
Cold, rainy morning
it always takes time to
really leave the dream
and realize there's
nothing beside your bed...

You will cheer up or not
yet there's another day to be wasted
take it or
leave it on the table
until it rottens
And it's time to go to bed again