Bad Dreams
I had a dream that forced me wake
It shook my bones and made me quake
To wake to such an empty room
Mistake my dead love there did loom
So real was life before my eyes
Till thick with love and lavish lies
Now never blush shall touch my cheek
For ever love has made me weak.
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