Delicate reds and oranges
blaze to life on the hillsides
overshadowing this sleepy valley
drawing my lingering, longing gaze
every time I walk outside
I almost hear a silent chant
floating down into my waking dream
come up, come up, come up
Somnolescence holds me down
trapped here on the valley floor
looking back and whispering
I will, I will, I will
knowing full well that when I do
it will be too late
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