Once in the dream of a night, I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang.
To quench my longing I bent myself low by the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow in that magical wood in the land of sleep.
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