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Do you dream of escaping
Running away, living anew
No future worries, suffering
Away from everything you ever knew

Do your dreams flow, like a river
Clear, and pristine blue
And on a boat, you sit and laze
Do such dreams make you shiver?

Do random photos of cabins in a wood
Make you want to go and stay?
Do beaches and shacks and unlimited food
Make you want to run away?

A hundred men and women to serve you
Your every wish and dream
And mansions made of marble hue
And happiness, such that you scream

But dawn awaits, and the picture’s grey
Awake, your eyes they will once again betray
Your longing, your desire, your wish to fly
And there ain’t nothing else to do but cry