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You are a writer of whom I'm jealous,
But how can slumber be ever zealous?
The taraxo achos seedsBlow... Gently into the breezeAloft, with a wish of safe returnAnd, with that...All my dreams scatterAcross the night skySoaring, reminiscing, Hoping one day again, to be...The sparkle in your eye