Dwelling in memories, someday, may be,
a fond dream it was, she will say, may be!
For dreaming and hopes and kindness and love,
in tears of blood they'll make you pay, may be!
A weary sojourner on endless paths,
I will find some rest, on my way, may be!
A compassionate voice, a face, two eyes,
bless me still? when I pray, may be
This flesh, this blood, these passions, these thoughts:
a wheel, two hands and prepared clay, may be;
'Be' and it was, and won't remain either,
think your dreams can sustain 'Jay'? may be...
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