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I'm hoping that you ask Does it have to end? I'll gladly acquiesce and do it again You're staring into space There's something to see But all I see is space and it's staring at me To cry on return from sleep And in the daytime Assured it's a different thing So when it snows And you're inside A week's gone by With different skies In transit, I pretend It's a lucid dream Gennadius at night It's no difference to me Content about the world When I'm half-asleep And listening to the sounds of the BQE I'm hoping that you ask Does it have to end? I'll gladly acquiesce and do it again You're staring into space There's something to see A different time and place Where the world's at ease