When, the world has faded fast into slumber.
'Then then when it's over - I'll start to wonder'
Was it all a dream a will-o'-the-wisp?
This earth this heaven dewy wet or crisp.
Silent love, I do not want. It should cry, cry
Each flower or fawn, with each new child born.
It'd be humdrum perfection; if we didn't vie-
Our milk & honey, love, love, love, 'lovelorn'...
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