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Illusions Of Love....Byrons Sonnet Tread silently forth unto this moonlit night Lest sweet dreams of love should awaken I may be bless'd within slumber unshaken Enhanc'd in my pleasure 'til morning light That I may lay contented in pure delight With my knight who is with me 'til morn Within a similar fate love had been born Even if 'twas only a wild fantasy despite The fact I was then so heavily sedated That bade my illusion of love take flight Or maybe a bottle of port wine related For I never really was feeling quite right What ever my dreams were highly elated I shall partake in another glass despite. |
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