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I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me
And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above my bed
While I'm asleep
My mother and son pour into me
Warm glowing oil
Into my wide open throat
I have a recurrent dream
