Meadnyght Dreems

I fantasyse a fodder/ who myght feeed mye goost/ amende it atnyght/ when thee darke nd dreade onlee drenche/ nd drowne my hart in sorowe/ I am lost/ softlye now tale me/ all thee preteee thyngs I wont to heere/ tale me/ you love me/ that I am evrythynge u’ve wonted neer/ that mye prestencts dose not alarm you/ that thes sun is bryght/ yellow/ fool of energee nd lyfe/ that you are proud/ of me/ not ashamed/ of my bryght colers/ tell me you love me

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