I had a dream, of which then I woke

It was the 17th of february, a friday

We let each other go, but you were there

Awkwardly patching up something to say

To remember much, which I did not

My memory's bad, a shame

But that I know that in the dream

You were with me all day

Oh such I long, but our pride's high

As you called me something you shouldn't

I'm at the point in my mundane life

I'm tired of still chasing, who wouldn't

'Tis now quarter past four, morn of this day

As I sat in my bed recollecting

Regret can it be called, I'd reckon not

But it's nice when the dream was lasting

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Das my cat in the picture. He's named Ciel