Cloned from memories of dreams while static plays on the radio as your love stirs my being the Sandman brings a bouquet rendering me blissed And from the bedpost casts a shadow on satin sheets of your lovely face with a breath of Damascus rose dripping essence of the vine dressed in lace of otto As a night of insomnia finds a home with whispers pressing my lips the sound of loneliness
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