In the nobility of her lover
In the gratitude of their longing
Even if it seems impossible
And the time is not yet
Not even on the horizon
To rouse her from her dream
So she can tell us again
Imagination is a pale
Substitute for true sight
The goodness behind her beauty
The truth of its source
But please don’t disturb her
She is dreaming of us
Incomplete until the dream is over
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