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Was I Dreaming?
It was a blustery rainy night. I saw the maiden with flowing hair. I remained calm inside I was affright. Was it real or was it a nightmare? Her music I heard over the sea’s outcries. I knew she was real, not a disguise. She stood motionless, holding a lute. She appeared to deliver a tribute. The day was near to brightly ignite. At this advantage I was wholly aware. The aura of the moment glimmered bright. I did not agonize for my welfare. Oh how the moon lit her face brightly. I was fascinated deeply by her beauty. My eyes were dazzled by her gown. All she needed was a crown.
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