"please, remember me,
as in the dream,
we had as rug-burned babies;
among the fallen trees,
and fast asleep,
aside the lions and the ladies;
that called you what you like,
and even might,
give a gift for your behavior.
a fleeting chance to see,
a trapeze,
swing as high as any savior."
and as you go on to save your everything, know that there is a girl who still stands in a field of daisies, and believes in you.
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