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For a thousand days I watched the vultures circle overhead

And I counted the ways the world would be blessed when I finally reached my end

And I felt the weight of the world pushing me into the soil below

And I felt the desert sun above, while I tried to drink water from a stone

But I'm not ready to die alone

So can you wake me from my sleep

And show me now that this is just a dream?

'Cause I'm a whisper, once a scream

And I'm afraid of what's in store for me