We have grown glad of slumbering

And making in ordinary time

Small changes to our realities

Days we count before we find

When a dreaming is a sadness

For all that it grows rare

And outside loses the wonders

That were its breath and fare

We can sleep, and we can sleep

Or go to the sounds and lights

Yet the remedy waits in the dreams

We lose after the night

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