In Search of a Dream
I have not dreamt in
Many nights
Last time I dreamt of you
There was rain
And the river in my soul
Overflowed
Now nights have become
Stifling
And I have come to thee
For a dream
Take away all that I have,
But give me a dream-filled
Night instead
Let the river fill up to the
Brim; let the evergreen
Trees on its bank bloom,
And let the butterflies
Weave a dream for me!
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