I dream of dogs and of wild beasts,
I dream that animals with eyes like lamps;
Bit into my wings high in the heavens,
And I crashed unwittingly, like a fallen angel...
I don't remember the fall, I only remember
The impact as I struck the cold stones;
How could I have flown so high and then
Tumbled down so cruelly, like a fallen angel?
-Nautilus Pompilius, Like A Fallen Angel
Is it too much to hope that my mind clears up soon?
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