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The Dream
Of all the ears on earth,
Of all the voices heard,
No tone's so sweet to any ear
As a dreamer's silent dream.
But the words she whispers ain't so clear;
Reality is blurred.
Which a ghost, which a birth,
What's real and which a dream?
I am a man in slumber's mirth,
Reveling absurd!
Or juvenile's night's arear,
Jousting with a dream?
Should i indulge or should i fear
Confidence demurred?
What's of vapor, what's of worth?
Or is it all a dream?
DyMc
Of all the voices heard,
No tone's so sweet to any ear
As a dreamer's silent dream.
But the words she whispers ain't so clear;
Reality is blurred.
Which a ghost, which a birth,
What's real and which a dream?
I am a man in slumber's mirth,
Reveling absurd!
Or juvenile's night's arear,
Jousting with a dream?
Should i indulge or should i fear
Confidence demurred?
What's of vapor, what's of worth?
Or is it all a dream?
DyMc
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