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Inscribed upon the pages of
a dream,
Daring to upset the course
of time,
A wondrous vision of mortal
beauty.
Dark days find the light of
hope,
Intertwined among the stars,
Caught between reality and
fantasy,
I look into your eyes,
And sing a song of love to
you my midnight queen,
My thoughts caress your shinning
form,
Overpowered by the mysterious
exchange.
But I awake to loneliness and
pain,
And hurry through each passing
day,
Til night comes, so I may dream,
And hold you close again.
by e. a. weinberg
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