THE DREAM FAIR

Found you once in a fair-crowd
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Near about was I spell-bound;
As was I a little much known
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ You called me in an angelic tone…
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That was April mid-afternoon
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Blue sky held the whitish moon;
Heart was pounding much too fast
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Bounded with lovely minutes past…
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Try now so very much to evoke,
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ What I missed was practical joke;
Only to swim in your eye-pool
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Was I there being inactive tool…
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Light grey dust of fair-ground
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Held us strongly with no sound;
There was only a bird overhead
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Singing a super love song-thread…
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Feel I’ve lost you getting so close
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wish I could get chance to propose;
Once over again, wish I to be free
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Standing beneath bottle green tree…
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To get myself closer to you someday
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I have to wait and pass a long way;
But surely there you are at the end
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I could finish’ that I’m well ‘to pretend…
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When it’s time to get back there
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I would love to be in the fair;
Limited patience, now all I need
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Getting back again to eternal seed…
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After an era still miss the crowd
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Where I wish you to be found
At least to catch you, I could wait
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ If nowhere else but at exit gate…

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