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I need a dream of you
to wash me clean
to scour my heart
to burn away this love
I need a dream of you
telling me my longing
is a curse upon your soul
a bane of ice upon your days
laugh at me, call me mad
and fallen, humiliate this love
right out of me
so I might stand untouched
might stand with courage,
with solemn honor
against these final hours
that I might find the
heart to say goodbye.

(c) J.L. Stanley
I Need a Dream of You