Whole night I was picking shiny-tiny stars,
Whole night she was sobbing,
He came laughing, singing, chirping,
I lost all my dream curios hobnobbing
Ah! Dream is like digging, tilling, laboring,
Cooking, eating is only dream fulfilling,
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Intriguing poem. One that requires concentrated thought