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Dreams fade with morning light,
Never a morn for thee,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
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Over our earthly sight
Shadows of woe must be;
Dreams fade with morning light.
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Soldiers awake to fight—
Thou art from strife set free,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
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Day breaketh, cruel, white,
Lovely the forms that flee;
Dreams fade with morning light.
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Thine is the sure delight,
Sleep-visions still to see,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
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Pity us from thy height,
Dawn-haunted slaves are we;
Dreams fade with morning light,
Dreamer of dreams, good-night.
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