Come, and Tell Me Mysteries

Come, and tell me mysteries
while the night still makes them so
Wrap me warmly in weaving words
Where hidden things are real
Sing to me sweetly before morning
and I will hold you longer, still
Make my dream a memory
and I will be with you when I wake.

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