I saw in my dream I fathered a queen;
A fair tender Angel like none I have seen;
She was so beautiful, her hair was sheen;
Her hands were succulent, her smile was keen;
She called me dad with a lightened face;
And as she walked, I beheld her graceful pace;
I woke up delighted, thinking as I yawned;
My darling came to me from time beyond.
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