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nor must I
for now my life has 'come a dream
as real as the wind at my back when I fly
and the mountains rise up
set the fire 'neath my feet
I cannot sleep
nor must I
for now my brain has 'come a storm
fed always by the rains it bleeds
and blooms the harvest in my chest
I cannot sleep
nor must I
for now my dream has come alive
its song sung by a thousand more
a thousand dreamers rising up
to scratch at heaven's floor above
I cannot sleep