In a dream in a day

and a night and a way,


I feigned of a love

for the greyness above.



In a dream that I'd saved

from a memory of days,

confusion was waste,

and the lightness the place.



Have you seen?

Have you seen?

Oh, nothing.



And the thought of a few

that had truly been new,

I savoured as grace

as it lit up my face.



Have you seen in your dreams, o love?

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