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Put down the paper, baby I had a dream at dawn A terrible storm blew over Covered up the morning sun Beyond I heard a lullaby So peaceful and serene Next thing I knew, I eased into a gentle awakening The people on the city streets The farmers on the plains All walking in a lucid dream while the sky is set aflame They soon will hear a quiet tune So peaceful and serene Then they may too, may ease into a gentle awakening Wading through a waning moon An unknown masquerade Hear the wounded mockingbird A mournful serenade The people on the city streets The farmers on the plains All walking in a lucid dream while the sky is set aflame They soon will hear a quiet sound So peaceful and serene Then they might may ease into a gentle awakening (Gracias a Jorge Alberto Jiménez Brito por esta letra) From Letras Mania