Morning does come too quickly
And oblivion is brief as well as sweet.
But enough fair one, know my dreams
Be emptiness no more,
Rather images of you doth take my fancy
And sweet images, mayhaps that be the reason
Sleep doth not seem enough
For wakefulness doth take hold too quick
Leaving me to brave this reality
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