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When I Awake When I awake, It will not be to leave you Rather, the game ended, in such a beginning Since your eye lids fluttered With your eyes raised ever so slightly It will not suit to sleep in pain However, the soil of slumber wetted, Will turn to sand and be taken to the cultivated sea Moreover, the sun will shine in my lidless eyes. The Hound will slink away And from the loft I will see you Across the meadow, dancing With undressed faces!

When I Awake