EUPHORIC AGE
Life is but a dream that seems forever
You are the dream, I am but the dreamer
Within my bliss, time is a fantasia
My world seems like heaven, into a sleep
Under my closed eyes, time which I keep
The grief and lonesome atoms that I sweep
In perpetuity, joy within a dream
To awake is the dying of a hymn
Burial moments of a lover’s theme
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