Elusive Illusion Poems

Was it a purr of pleasure,
Or a murmur of demur,
When in sleep, you turned over.
Who was it for? I wonder.
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Oh, mon amour, mon doux,
Mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour,
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour.
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So beautifully you sleep in my dreams today,
But like everyday, the dawn will take you away,
And leave me all alone for yet another day.
So, won't you put the flowers from the bouquet,
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