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What visions flip across thine eyes,

As slumber falleth on thy soul,

My Winnevere,



Dost thou still have the Golden Key

To worlds unheeded and forlorn,

Where we were nothing but a dream

in the mind of someone else,

My Winnevere,



Or could it be thou art just dreaming there,

And we're just figments of thy restless mind,

My Winnevere,



So be thou welcome, precious lass,

To this dream we call reality,

May thy life be full and long,

And a beautiful dream for you,

My Winnevere.