Where shall my dreams take thee, tonight?
Hell, eternally burning?
Heaven, pure sweet bliss?
Tis not I nor the dream keeper shall know
Till dawn is high.
Thus, let dreams be and may heaven keep me on high, for eternity.
And sorrow from my door for life.
Till sweet and parting sorrow
Must gaze in thine eyes.
This I wish for tomorrow be
Better than the day, I wish for today.
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