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poem style = interpretive
Dreaming
Let the morning come to me,
in the ways I can't possibly imagine before.
Let your glory shine in my eyes,
awaken the endless dream.
Why is my soul restless?
Nowhere can I end the search.
Why do the night seem boundless?
Nowhere can I find myself.
What's pondering into that endless night?
my love, my heart can't wait until the sunrise.
I'd rather be dreaming tonight,
sleeping can wait
until we die.
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Written on May 19th,1998
Copyright � 1998 by Harry Wang, All rights reserved
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