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Read My Lips
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HOWEVER, I TURN INTO EVENING
MY LEAVES ARE FALLING SLOWLY AND SOFTLY
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And in parting from you now. Thus much let me avow- you are not wrong who deem.
That my days have been a dream; yet if hope has flown away.
In a night or in a day, in a vision or in none. Is it therefone the less gone?
All that we see or seem is, but a dream within a dream.
The stars had hug to the sky's roof.
As if they had been a glimmering candle light. The trees had come out from the earth's deep heart.
Had got the cradle to wag with untimely wind.
A dark and narrow with high walls.
A hope, moving away when it is closer.
MY LEAVES ARE FALLING SLOWLY AND SOFTLY
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And in parting from you now. Thus much let me avow- you are not wrong who deem.
That my days have been a dream; yet if hope has flown away.
In a night or in a day, in a vision or in none. Is it therefone the less gone?
All that we see or seem is, but a dream within a dream.
The stars had hug to the sky's roof.
As if they had been a glimmering candle light. The trees had come out from the earth's deep heart.
Had got the cradle to wag with untimely wind.
A dark and narrow with high walls.
A hope, moving away when it is closer.
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