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When the tender hand of Night Like a rose-leaf falls Softly on your starry eyes; And the gate of dreams is wide, Wide the painted halls, Dream the dream I send to you Through your spirit’s walls! Dream a lowly lover came, Lady fair to woo; Dream that I the lover was, And the lady you; Dream your answer was a kiss, Warm as summer dew Waking, in the rosy dawn, Let the dream be true! Victor James Daley
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