I was in the hall, a typical day,
When my mind did wander, and wander away.
I imagined a beach, desolate and bare,
I imagined darkness, with me in its lair.
I pulled out my sword, my great fiery light.
And conquered that darkness, along with the night.
The sun then arose, so bright overhead,
and whispered good morning, you sleepyhead.
When my mind did wander, and wander away.
I imagined a beach, desolate and bare,
I imagined darkness, with me in its lair.
I pulled out my sword, my great fiery light.
And conquered that darkness, along with the night.
The sun then arose, so bright overhead,
and whispered good morning, you sleepyhead.
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