Lost Awakening
P Patti Masterman
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It's late at night, and all the world is dreaming,
There's ones awake, that wish they were asleep;
And nightmares that arrive, before the dawning;
Or wondrous things we find, and wish to keep.
It all must be surrendered, upon waking,
And disappears like early morning mist;
Like princesses, who dream their first love's coming;
Awakening, to lose their first real kiss.
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