And I asked myself is this a dream
one my lips should not have kissed,
felt the wind bring in drops of rain
and reform all that had gone awry.
To believe this to be passion such
that thin are layers of woe left behind-
as dawn red sweeps the distant sky
restoring faith in tear-dimmed eyes,
I asked myself is this a dream?
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