Lift
Imagine sleeping beauty, asleep on her feet
Walking in a place where sleep and waking meet
Imagine a peregrine sent to rescue a dove
A tour of duty from the falconer’s glove
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Who would take the stairs
When everything’s a race
Who would find the attic room
Full of light and grace
Who would cross the oceans
While sitting in their seat
Who could ever sleep
At thirty thousand feet?
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