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Yume-Yume
In the deepest depths of deepest sleep
The queen sits on her throne.
She knows you're lost inside your dream
and smiles under her crown.
She dons a mask, a head of light
While ready for the task.
A box of hope, that shines so bright
The only safety rope.
And lo
The shark is lost
Oh woe
What is the cost?
Find out inside the box.
Find out what is that locks.
And never press
a punch alone
nine-hundred ninety-fold.
Unless you want
The man who's gone
To talk alone
Of flower thorns.
And lo
The shark is lost
Oh woe
What is the cost?
The shining screen
So clean and mean
Will be the last
Real thing
He sees.
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