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The haze of mornings lost to waking
through hours kept to bay past night
drifting lids pull lashes raking
nocturnal echo, nature's spite
not life but else I won't acknowledge
see ye I've fallen past repair
sweet brink of time I stand at thy edge
locks kin to cheeks, blushing maiden fair
of Angel I am far discription
yet still insist remarks he so
fuel I for he imagination
fall further down by way to grow
waken from vision enough gain right
to know that I must still be there
muse whos morning confers through the night
thine lips reel head in thoughts I dare
You've not found true love, privileged glorious thing
Till to fall into sleep is to wake from a dream
through hours kept to bay past night
drifting lids pull lashes raking
nocturnal echo, nature's spite
not life but else I won't acknowledge
see ye I've fallen past repair
sweet brink of time I stand at thy edge
locks kin to cheeks, blushing maiden fair
of Angel I am far discription
yet still insist remarks he so
fuel I for he imagination
fall further down by way to grow
waken from vision enough gain right
to know that I must still be there
muse whos morning confers through the night
thine lips reel head in thoughts I dare
You've not found true love, privileged glorious thing
Till to fall into sleep is to wake from a dream
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I feel this way quite a bit. I have to think to sleep so I return to that to wake up. Makes it hard to get out of bed.