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[ P. Roberts ] Though those sands of time Appears to be forbidden dreams I dispel awhile my sense of illness Obsidian sight silently goes Down and deep where I'm asleep When my soul fell into sleep Came the golden chime What was devolved bliss Appears to be intended blight Secluded essence disturbed in vain Subservient to my fate Down and deep where I'm asleep When my soul fell into sleep Came the golden chime Sleep When my soul fell into sleep Down and deep where I'm asleep From Letras Mania