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I had such a dream last night.
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I was floating above the trees
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With my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure
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For what seemed like an age.
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Flowery treetops sprang up beneath us,
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And we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
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Who was the figure?
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I must have had my eyes closed, because I can't remember.
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And yet, you remember the treetops.
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Not so well as I remember the lips.
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Whose lips? Were they my lips?
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Fanny?