Come not now to my mind slowly sinking sleepward Ye ghosts and spectres of past lives and worlds Imagined -- or inhabited once? Let my dreams Come freely not pained by last year¹s sins Forgotten by light of day Now freed of earthly graves To remind that life is not all jubilant happiness
Reason for writing:
The dreams and thoughts that come as you drift off to sleep always seem
to be of things past that I'd love to do over...
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