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Wake Me

I think I'm ill
Please don't cure
Be here instead
Feel at ease

To be close by
Feel secure
I'm incurable
You're my disease

Divine
Just by
It's your smile
You can see it in my eye
It's plain
Don't ask
You can wake me
You can seize my hand, I'm nigh

Nothing awaits
Things are planned
And no one cares
You dread to think

I'm taking your
Little hand
What if I care
Is it something

Divine
Just by
It's your smile
You can see it in my eye
It's plain
Don't ask
You can wake me
You can seize my hand, I'm nigh