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Continuing from Pessoa

'I know not what tomorrow will bring,'
Such dreams are now beyond my control.
They only respond to unwise sleep,
Appearing like Summer rain, at midnight.

O but when revealed, they never cease—
As welcomed prophecies, a madness which
Somebody has granted us, whenever
An evening caresses our window-panes.
Written by Sartoris
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Author's Note
The title's meant to be playful, as this literally opens with the last, written, words of a favorite poet of mine.
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