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I use to be afraid of the dreams

Afraid as they throlls were

The bed was my scaffold

No later light has lightened, up my heaven

No second morn has ever shone, for me

All my life's bliss from, thy dear life was given,

All my life's bliss is, in the grave with thee solidifying

When day turned into night

The darkened was my life

But upside down it turns

Dreams of nights were my friends

Cursed by life, hidden in lies

Fading from the air,

Beauty now dies

Life is giving in

My sweet thought of death