I’m sinking, sinking,
Deeper into oblivion
The Sandman’s claiming me
For the Land of Gold and Fantasy
Where a kiss can last for eternity.
I don’t know if I’ll see another dawn
Or if the lure will prove too strong
To stay in that otherworld
That is calling me
Always back to the dream.
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