Dreams I Keep... The misty gray sea Beneath a black hand, Spinning silver from where The stars boldly stand; Yellow crescent moon, Swimming heavy and low, Winking as it shimmers Over startled waves below; Where the water laps The soft scented beach, Heart touches heart, Lips out of reach; Here where the water Dances and leaps... Oh, if you could see The dreams I keep--
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