if the world will ever awake
It sleeps too much to sober,
keeping away chances I want to take
I want to sleep into its loving arms,
gentle and sweet as it seems
Oh, how fortunate are those before me,
they saw the light and heard its blissful hymns
I pray in this lonely and cold night,
that all angels could help me
I want to wake this world up,
and feel its sweet and gentle bliss
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