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do you dream of me

Think of me as if you caress a shadow in the deepest fog
whispering to the nights and to the days my name,
but do it in the whispers of your whispered thoughts.
From where did I come into your thoughts
and why I came... why do you recognize me
even if we didn't meet, why do you dream of me
feeling me even if I do not touch you, don't ask yourself
just whisper my name. Even the moon and the sun wait
your whispers out of your whispered thoughts, —
thoughts you have dreamed and you experienced them
for I am You are I am You are I am You are I am You...

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