I slept so long,
I wake so fast
And wait -- it's just
The other kind of dream.
The first was nice
I want it twice.
The others -- strange --
Are almost verge
With nonsense and perverse.
Ah, give me back
My sleeping mind,
But life is thing
Of foolish kind.
Don't loose your dream
Like dust in stream,
You know, everything is vain
And only time is real.
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