Dreams at hand come
To the touch of light.
Attained densed pleasure
Rest no more tight.
Birds bearing rapture on wings
Get sudden lost.
With the beam of Moon pleasure abode
To be erected at any cost.
Time is employed
In seeing wide sea.
Time with cheer is enjoyed
With a cup of tea.
Dream inside time
Walks and run
Dream within dream
Never makes fun.
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