Crossing the suspension bridge between day and night If it were real, I'd cross it, but in a dream, I'd fall off between day and night, we sharpen the clods of the earth I measure the line of promise with a ruler I remember the dead tree that I thought I saw I hide my memories in the promised path A sleeping dog, don't wake the dog, don't wake the dog I cross the suspension bridge between day and night If it were real, I'd cross it, but on the road of dreams, I'll fall off. between day and night, I'm polishing the dirt Sleeping dogs, dogs, don't wake them up
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