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The woman was a dream I had
Though rather hard to keep
For when my eyes were watching hers
They closed
And I was still asleep

For when my hand was holding hers
She whispered words and I awoke
And faintly bouncing around the room
The echo of whomever spoke
And I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room
The echo of whomever spoke

The place I saw was far beneath
The surface of the sea
My sight was poor
But I was sure
The sirens sang their songs for me
They dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
And hear their sweet sound bouncing round
The never ending coral maze
The crystal haze
And hear them bouncing round the room
The never ending coral maze

Then before and now once more I’m bouncing round the room
That time and once again I’m bouncing around the room

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…the ship of the sun is drawn by the Grateful Dead.