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To love is serene
Most often a dream
By chance
I spot you near a stream
Your net spread out
In a pensive mood
You single out your pick
Years later I spot you
At the same stream, same spot
Pensive again
Chin in your hand
An enigma was your expression
Was your dream
Same as mine
You and I
In a dream stream?
You and I
Swim the same stream?
Have the same dream?
Just you and I!
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