Came a vision gently creeping To furrow brow and moisten eye Specters rising high above me Silhouettes against the sky. Not for me you chill dispassion Paring truth from waking dream In the realm of the unlikely Things are seldom what they seem.

Came a vision gently creeping To furrow brow and moisten eye Specters rising high above me Silhouettes against the sky. Not for me you chill dispassion Paring truth from waking dream In the realm of the unlikely Things are seldom what they seem.
Things are seldom what they seem….
Might all be but a dream
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