Let it go

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I don’t wish to wake up 
Let the dream not end

I don’t wish to end the dream
Let the sleep not be disturbed

I don’t wish to disturb you
Let the death not make you cry

I don’t wish to cry
Let the deeds make me happy

I don’t wish to be happy
Let the mind think over its decision. 


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