Between the Days
When the earth rolls over
And turns its light down long and low
My soul hangs between the days
Lulled by the content of my illusions
I close my eyes
And open my heart to dream
Embracing the empty page of my imagination
I fall relentlessly into the void
Between what is present and what is past
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