Then the morning came
And found me lying in bed
My soul was gone
My body is still warm.
Time went to look for me
Entered the room whistling
Found my body cold
And put an end to its song.
Silence finally showed up
And saw the room all messed up
It passed out from the smell
I was already on the other plain.
What took me was the rain
Pouring down again and again
Weather setted me free
Broke the chains of slavery.
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