The song I dreamed I wrote
but did not
these dreams lately have turned my head
I kid you not
but wake to the same day
the same hill to fail
came tumbling back without
water or even pail
it's not a nursery rhyme
and I am no good mother
I'd look on these spent days
with scorn for any other
and no exceptions here
I've got no plea to cop
but to stay awake or dreaming
yet I still don't stop
what
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