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Other Nights
I dream of you
But only softly
I dream of you
But only in poppy
fields
When the sky lies
It says that it's purple
You light the sunrise
In our white kitchen
My eyes tip sleepy
My breath is shifting
I have ceased drifting
On these, I never dream
Other nights
When I die
You will wrap me up in cloud
Light it like a pyre
Some grass for broken times
No need for weeping
Maybe just a song
I dream of you
But only softly
I dream of you
But only in poppy
fields
...
Something about this... I think it was the poppies.
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