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The Albatross MAG
Far across the grassy field
And high above the cloudless sky
And in the woods and on the rocks
An albatross of vicious hawks
I wake away a curious dream
And push aside a different time
And everything I feel is so surreal
And no one wakes me to the day
What pierced the clouds and turned them gray
So help me hear the words you say
And force my eyes to turn away
No more dreams were left to be
My mind is lost I cannot see
I do not speak and will you speak to me
And so I ring your telephone
And speak the things already known
And still I speak and think and sleep alone
And no one makes me carry on
And no one ever had to try
And no one leaps or learns to fly
And still we're lost and wonder why
Vorpal dark and restless nights
And long and labored dreary days
For what I do and still I think of you
And though we climb to catch the sun
And lie apart and chase a dream
And still I hear the mountain high and warning
And though the peak is out of view
I felt it cold the breath I drew
And silence crept and darkness grew
And now I sleep and dream of you
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