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Though silent slumber
Sweetly enchants
I dwell on thoughts
Most wish to recant
A wish so pleasantly true
I dreamed it came
From you
Hope was stricken with
An illness.
An infection of horror
You completed me whole
Now, I wish
I could repent from this illness of you
For you to accept my humble pleasure
And kindly recant