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Sara Teasdale - Dreams
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I gave my life to another lover, 
I gave my love, and all, and all— 
But over a dream the past will hover, 
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver 
But on my breast a kiss is hot, 
And by my bed the ghostly giver 
Is waiting tho` I see him not.
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