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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Something Childish, But Very Natural. Written In Germany
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If I had but two little wings 
  And were a little feathery bird, 
       To you I`d fly, my dear! 
But thoughts like these are idle things, 
          And I stay here. 

But in my sleep to you I fly: 
  I`m always with you in my sleep! 
       The world is all one`s own. 
But then one wakes, and where am I? 
          All, all alone. 

Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids: 
  So I love to wake ere break of day: 
     For though my sleep be gone, 
Yet while `tis dark, one shuts one`s lids, 
          And still dreams on.
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