In the sweet lullaby,
I foresake my nonsense!
In the lulling sublimity,
I could bear all my Pain!
All my lot dreams - big and small,
Of love, hard work, of everything!
Is poetry a spontaneous overflow?
Or mere artifice thoughts of ours?
Well, I think it's an amalgamation of Both!
Many good deeds of sweetness,
Maketh one worthy and Hopeful!
Alike good hopes makes upto Awesome deeds!
Sweet delights, Sweet Dreams...

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