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I was dreamin' in my dreamin' People have the power
Of an aspect bright and fair Where there were deserts, I saw fountains
And my sleepin' it was broken Like cream the waters rise
But my dream it lingered near And we strolled there together
In the form of shinin' valleys With none to laugh or criticize
Where the pure air recognized There is no leopard and the lamb
Oh, and my senses newly opened And lay together truly bound
And I awakened to the cry Well I was hopin' in my hopin'
And the people have the power
To redeem the work of fools
From the meek the graces shower
It's decreed the people rule
People have the power
Vengeful aspects became suspect
And bending low as if to hear
Well, and the armies ceased advancin'
Because the people had their ear
And the shepherds [?] the soldiers
And they laid among the stars
114 Exchanging visions, layin' arms

To waste in the dust

In the form of shinin' valleys
Where the pure air recognized
And my senses newly opened
And I awakened to the cry