Have you contrived, to deprive me of sleep,
By way of smiles, and acts of sweet accord,
To make me toss in bed, for myeanings, deep,
Which sowed between my heart and mind, discord?
Have you, your ways conspired to scare my wits,
That sleepless, I would sleep to dream all day,
In the night, daydreams, my poor soul commits,
And just accept, to leave it, as it may;
What's in your song, that got me so inspired,
Or, was it me, swayed easily by songs,
Which blinded me to what has so transpired,
That now, my time to fantasy belongs?
...Meantime, I dream reality with you,
...Reality of dreams, all coming true.
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