Lucid dream, lucid dream, do I wake.
Fleeting dreams depart like waves from yonder lake.

And yet still do I breath sleep’s fresh kiss.
Now in stark reality do I surely miss.

What will it take to dream again.
This fate would I surely win.

For even now I know not if I sleep.
Or if my heart does still beat.


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