The dream welcomes me in pain.
Into its envelope.
I can witness or refrain.
In dreams there is hope.
The dream creates a new dream of its own,
Perceiving I might soon leave,
Like a loved one departing and flown,
Returning shadows, shadows to weave.
Quickly I fold and seal the envelope now,
While friends in dreams are at their best.
I'll dream again, though I don't know how.
The dream will be my welcome guest.
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