SIR HERDERP PRESIDERP SDO
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There be a lady's soul that wanders long
Around my abode at night, in dreams she calls.
Like love, like the wind's gentle whistling song
I hear her come, her foot so lightly falls,
And tiptoes on the rug of the floor;
Then like a robber stealing, takes from me
A kiss that keeps me dreaming, wishing more.
For I, curious who this kisser be,
Arose to see the gilded threads that gleam
Now fallen fancies, shattered at the floor.
Would I had never waked but only dreamed
And never seek this muse I failed to meet;
It's gone, no signs that tells she graced my room;
Outside is night, inside only gloom.
Around my abode at night, in dreams she calls.
Like love, like the wind's gentle whistling song
I hear her come, her foot so lightly falls,
And tiptoes on the rug of the floor;
Then like a robber stealing, takes from me
A kiss that keeps me dreaming, wishing more.
For I, curious who this kisser be,
Arose to see the gilded threads that gleam
Now fallen fancies, shattered at the floor.
Would I had never waked but only dreamed
And never seek this muse I failed to meet;
It's gone, no signs that tells she graced my room;
Outside is night, inside only gloom.
