In a dream in a day
and a night and a way,
I feigned of a love
for the greyness above.
In a dream that I'd saved
from a memory of days,
confusion was waste,
and the lightness the place.
Have you seen?
Have you seen?
Oh, nothing.
And the thought of a few
that had truly been new,
I savoured as grace
as it lit up my face.
Have you seen in your dreams, o love?
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