When the daydream is over, we wake where we were
With the times had an echo, an obscuring blur

Wisps of feeling—stubbornly struggling—occur
When the daydream is over, we wake where we were

The mourning dark, scrawled words with a slur
With the times had an echo, an obscuring blur

The heart’s drive still standing, a European silver fir
When the daydream is over, we wake where we were

The quest of the loner than none can deter
With the times had an echo, an obscuring blur

The ache of yesterday, a mind softly stirred
With the times had an echo, an obscuring blur
When the daydream is over, we wake where we were

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