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Should sleep overcome me


Should sleep overcome me 
And there remain something unsaid, 
Wake me from my slumber
For I shall have no peace when dead. 

Should the roads diverge 
And the path I chose not be the one you tread, 
Call me back in time 
For what use is this journey, 
If your hands are not in mine?

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