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Budding sprouts, begging for some attention,

Ripe for the plucking, call out to the night:

Oh, Sweet Dream, bring her back into my sight;

Catch her thoughts, and relieve this strange tension

Caught in my senses at the mere mention

Of her name; she’s become my shining light,

Lessening the darkness and the fright

In my heart caused by discord, dissension.

All I want is to feel her gentle touch

Nipping at the ice which surrounds my

Days and fills up my lonely midnight hours.

Yes, Sweet Dream, come outside of me with such

Orgasmic delight that my love may sigh

Up to the heavens’ bright golden towers.