Dreams are real, past they come
The question is
Dear soul, would you remember
Your name; when you are up from bed
Or should sleep eventually refuse to end,
Dear soul, will you?
This dreams is real, that I know
But if the black-boy comes, fast or slow
The recall of the nightmare shall be no
Dreams are real, in death's living eyes
The question is
Dear soul, would your memory recall?
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