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MIRAGE.
There in the candle's light I saw
A dazzling room I'd seen before
A table spread and set for two
My heart spoke whispered thoughts of you
The door ajar, I stepped inside
The dream was false, the vision lied
The empty table mocking stood
I'd have retreated if I could.
Alas! the door was bolted shut
The glorious room, a rustic hut
Mirages are not what they seem
I woke to find was just a dream.
A cold, cold bed with thorns of pain
Teasing with your form again
And in my head the dream still shone
The reality, alas, was gone.
