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A thousand dreamers crept as one |
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Journey'd by the colder sun |
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Knocked at the chamber's gate |
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Yet this sleeper does not wake |
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In the oracle overhung |
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With careless whispers, ivystung |
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Their tiny fingers cling to warmth |
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A home for the love weary heart |
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Onward sacrarium, time sojourns |
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Polanquin leads this path adorned |
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While reverent creatures soft prepare |
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The slumberous beauty carried there |
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And lay their hands on silken skin |
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As through these veins the gods did run |
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Two thousand arms in twilight |
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Endless dream and endless night |
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Past echoed ruins overgrown |
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Small voices drift in ancient tongue |
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Mindful to their deepest wish |
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For a home to the love weary heart |
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In soft embrace I now arise |
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And search for peace in hungering eyes |
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Thy faces change: my love renames |
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Our starlit world, the past remains |
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Forgotten by linnear spite |
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One thousand pairs of second sight |
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Who through my eyes at last may see |
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We are divinity |
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We choose to be |
