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You hold me by your side, some place I never saw,
And taken from myself, I wake between my shadows
To shake the cradle of my night, to bake the dough
Of raw and formless sheets which pale upon the blackness.
My sleepless body is the, tossed and falling, coin,
My rumbling train of mind is lost between two stations
Till by your side, I land some place I never saw
To sleep united with my shadows and reflections.
And when I am a filling of your apple pie,
Instilled below the crust, within my railroad cradle,
I cannot wake at morning from my woken night --
From resting by your side, some place I never stepped on.
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