Diffused and weakened she lays her head
Upon pillows made of yesterdays
Her long train of moments behind her had followed
Sweeping from the land all hints of my yearning
In twilight I await her there where neither
Day nor night exist I claim my bride
The perfume of her soul she offered and I
Drank of it to excess and still thirst for more
Whilst in the valleys of the morning tides
Lay waiting wolves of dreams undreamed
I shall harbor her within my heart and
None shall have her in this night save me
For in the vestibules of waking lives
Where all is lost and all is won I
Look into her sleepy eyes and
Lament the coming sun…
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