Wishful Dreaming

I strayed into a grainy scene,

an old house by the sea.

Some friends of mine had joined my dream

and we were having tea.

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We talked about a girl I knew,

I never knew her well.

But in this hazy summer hue

a passion on me fell.

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A darling we agreed she was,

so I got up and went;

enthralled to see her soon because

my time was nearly spent.

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The sun was twinkling on the sea

and dimly on the sand.

And there she stood, angelically.

She gently raised her hand.

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A wave then crashed against the shore

and with that, I awoke.

My summer love affair had gone

before she even spoke.

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