The dreamscape
He embraces me and goes
Through caverns carved of stone and sand
Past lofty spires and Misty coves
On shipwrecked winds that ply the land
Or listens as i hear a song
Of Jasmine drenched on stretching lawn
where dizzy beats conspire to make
our steady walk a languid gait
Towards slips and hats that make a charm
And press the night that's sweetly warm
Upon our bed that dark will make
Until the dawn our dreams will take
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