Feathers of black
And feathers of white,
They fall in the morning,
At noon, and at night.
Why do they fall so?
Way down from the sky?
Are there angels, or griffins,
Or birds passing by?
But that's not it...
That's not it all!
They are dreams that we've dreamt,
That we've dreamt and let fall.
The black one's are night dreams,
The day dreams are white,
And they fall in the morning,
At noon, and at night.
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