I Am Quixotic

I am a dreamer I wonder how many stars are left alive I hear their distant echoes I see their twinkling lights I want them to never fade I am a dreamer I pretend that they're still there I feel their empty void I reach up to the bright black sky I forebode the encroaching sombre I dirge the infinite requiem I am a dreamer I perceive through blind eyes all comprehension I whisper through sealed lips a thousand voices I dream for a silence I strain to stay awake I desire nights with no dreams I am a dreamer

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