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Written from a man to a woman...

Last Night I Dreamed of You, Dear

I
Last night I dreamed of you, dear,
That you sat here by my side.
Your hand in mine, your eyes a-shine,
With love that would ever abide.

T’was only a fleeting dream, dear
Of you, my cherished you
But I love to dream, and I pray, dear,
Some day my dream will come true.

II
We sat mid blossoms rare, dear,
In the garden of my pride.
But the sweetest flower
In all the bower
Was my lovely promised bride.

(Unsigned)

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