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5. Wakers

In the blue morning of a new born day
Wakers are gathered on the roof
Of an old strange house
Firing the sparks on a little stacks' ends
Waiting for a magic bus.

Cool wind whispers in their hair,
They don't mind.
They only smile.
They know who are they.
They know where's going the way to
Up over the horizon
And ever more high
Than the stars in the sky.

Wakers, sing us your song, we feel alone.
Wakers, call here the unicorn, touch the clouds
Talking to the rainbows and then
Come to meet the waiting men.

Wakers, waking
Everybody, who's still sleeping
Wakers, calling us all to the sky so deep.

When we sink in our troubles
And cry for the moons
And when we stop our motions
To gather the rules
And when we don't mean anything
And going to go and die
And disappear
We can meet the wakers...

P.S.

But once in my dream
I was of walking alone in the sky
And I met some being of strange sight
And he touched my hand
And he laughed with me
And he told me just a little thing -
He said: \"You are the waker too.\"


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