If it were a dream, know; as it was not a dream-
If it were a dream, and you never came by me
It were too late to know, aback, each-other's whim
If the days did deny us, our reconcilement could be
Not remarkable, but sorrowy silence.
If it were a dream, know, and not even a beam
Of Sun, or Skies' white clouds overlooked the lea
Where our thousand words broke out into stream
We could never find us in glee
Or, suffer in deceitful moments and penance.
If it were a dream, know, if it were a dream
Or, at half the way if we could not clearly see-
Stately, the man who stood between was extreme
But our son, unborn yet under margosa tree
Love, to us, could have not been avail hence.
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