Come to me in my dreams, and then by day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay the hopeless longing of the day. Come, as you come a thousand times, a messenger from radient times, and smile on the new world, and be as kind to others as you are to me. Or, as you never come in South, come now, and let me dream in truth. And part my hair, and kiss my brow, and say "My love! Why do you suffer?" Come to me in my dreams, and then by day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay the hopeless longing of day.
Tell me true, which era do you hail from? :) So refreshing, the manner in which you shape your words.
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