The moon is yawning
And it lights the poppy fields all blue
Art nouveau glass house
Arbor of phosphor
Looking inside
The windows so tall
You nourish the plants
That breed the dreams
Dream Machine
Dream Machine
Dream Machine
Dream Machine
Dream Machine
Treasuring fruit
Erasing memories
My will they took
My mind they spook
My will they took
My mind they spook
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