In my slumber I am awake
You are the sweet dream I take
Your pretty countenance I miss
Everything about you I can't dismiss
In my work I still think of your ways
You lurk in my consciousness always
Your candid habits have possessed me
Each moment it's you I forever love to see
In my imagination you are alive
You inspire me the reason I survive
Your presence constantly enthralling
Even in my death you'll be my darling
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