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Strictly made of fiction
A creation of mist and dust.
A world of contradiction
And it we give our trust.

And wrong is it to be naive!
But no one seems to know -
If you wear it on your sleeve,
The quicker it'll seem to go.

Sleep, to wake, to sleep again
That's how the cycle is to be.
And my question is always when
Will sleep again fall on me.