I Loved a Dreamer on the Haziest of Mornings

I loved a dreamer this morning,

His dark hair, and the darkness of his brows,

His dark eyes, and the darkness of his visage,

Though pale, as pale as the palest spring,

I loved that dreamer on this, the haziest of mornings!

I loved a dreamer this morning,

His loneliness, and his longings,

His tape player recordings,

Though short they were, as short as the shortest spring,

I loved that dreamer on this, the haziest of mornings!

I loved a dreamer this morning,

His velvet pants, and the velvet on his jacket,

The pastel on his hands tucked in his pockets,

Though crestfallen, and melancholy,

I loved that dreamer on this, the haziest of mornings!

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