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In Dreams She Came

In dreams she came, my perfect girl,

To send my feelings all awhirl .

My dreaming eyes with joy would gleam

To see her beauty so supreme

I almost thought my toes would curl.

 

So when those dreams came to unfurl,

And tenderness my senses twirl,

In passion nightly it would seem

In dreams she came.

 

No matter were I king or earl,

Nor yet reduced to lowest churl,

Nocturnally to wild extreme

My turbulent emotions teem,

To flood my heart, this perfect girl;

In dreams she came.

Rondeau

◄ Approaching Winter

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