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©Copyright 1997 Quest
The death of sleep, a little death,
A time outside of time...
And holding hard your dreams, your breath,
Your heart apart from mine.
I watch you falling, far away,
In dark, or crystal fire...
And wond'ring what your nightmares say,
I to your thoughts aspire.
And if you waken with the sound
Of armor'd conflict drawn...
And burning, lash out: strike me down,
I'll hold my hurts till dawn.
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