Outside the curtains the rain is pattering
As the season draws to its end.
My satin bed-cover cannot keep out
the chill at dawn.
In the Dream, I forgot
that I was in exile,
And for a time there was joy.
As the season draws to its end.
My satin bed-cover cannot keep out
the chill at dawn.
In the Dream, I forgot
that I was in exile,
And for a time there was joy.
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