Whilst
There be noe reason...for to cry,
And have noe understanding...why,
Whilst in our dreams,
We should nae try,
And yearn...for one another.
For what is sleep...but a small death,
As winter doth to spring...at last,
Become a place...for love to be,
Thee and I...eternally.
And have noe understanding...why,
Whilst in our dreams,
We should nae try,
And yearn...for one another.
For what is sleep...but a small death,
As winter doth to spring...at last,
Become a place...for love to be,
Thee and I...eternally.
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