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How do you think?
What do sleeping giants dream about?
And if we wake them up,
Will they be pleased with it?

With bodies made of light
(And capes made of nebulae)
The great ones sometimes grow tired
(You'll gain celestial existence)

There is no known force
That can lift the giants' heavy lids.
All we can do is wait
For them to reappear,
To rearrange.

With bodies made of light
(And capes made of nebulae)
The great ones sometimes grow tired
(You'll gain celestial existence)

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