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DREAMS.
Dreams that I dream—sweet dreams!
The length of a crowded street,
A light form tripping to me,
That makes my full heart beat;
And a meeting that, thought of, seems
Too sweet for a thing of dreams:
Dreams that I dream—sweet dreams!
The length of a crowded street,
A light form tripping to me,
That makes my full heart beat;
And a meeting that, thought of, seems
Too sweet for a thing of dreams:
Dreams that I dream—sweet dreams!
Dreams that I dream—wild dreams!
A looking in tearful eyes,
In eyes that for love of me
Will not utter the soul's wild cries;
And a last farewell that seems
Too bitter for only dreams:
Dreams that I dream—wild dreams!
A looking in tearful eyes,
In eyes that for love of me
Will not utter the soul's wild cries;
And a last farewell that seems
Too bitter for only dreams:
Dreams that I dream—wild dreams!
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