Born of Blue

Born again, born again, each day anew,
Like day itself, which is yellow born of blue.

To sleep, to dream, is to die;
To awake to be reborn, to be new;
To be fresh, to be clean, t’ve been washed
In the ocean of a dream.

Born again, born again, each day anew,
Like day itself, which is yellow born of blue.

Light comes, then goes,
You rest, you die,
Drifting in the cleansing sea-flow,
Floating until the end of time.

Yet you wake, are born, and rise anew,
Like day itself, which is yellow born of blue.

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