The Dream

The dream sweeps me from my safe place,
And I know that this is my last award:
That never again will I sing this song
And never again will I strum this chord.

The dream shows me a world destroyed
And I know that this is what will come
That this is what awaits those who live,
And never again this song I will hum.

The dream shows me the future that will be
And I know that this is my last chance
That never again will this pipe hold me
As in its spell I give up and dance.

The dream shows me myself; I'm no more.
And I know that this will be my fate
That this waits for me, too soon,
And there is nothing to do, but wait.

The End

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