APHRODISIAC

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How can I rest when everyday I am searching for sleep
How do I see a rising sun when my heart's grown deep

I travel all through the day and when the night comes
I'm still among yesterday's shadow chasing far drums

Entrusting my heart to stupid endless pointless things
when will it cease? heinous thoughts of human beings

I travel in vivid lucid thoughts to beautiful away fields
And like dust in the sky, I keep returning to sad worlds

Believing today that darkness will fall into the deep sea
But it never changes, the steady grounds are in fantasy

I grieve as my spirit hurts but no time to settle on black
Believe me, flung dreams are the ultimate aphrodisiac.

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