i'm dreaming of morning
when the dewdrops are golden once again
and the crisp air mixes cloudy against my hot breath
beside me you'll be
instead of this lumpy red pillow
turned cold in the early morning hours
it keeps falling off my bed anyhow
i must have been running in my sleep again
i can hear a train whistle in the distance
signaling its nightly passing
and entering my dreams
like reality sometimes does
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