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AY your head down on your bed, Hark the dreams come singing: Move, by gentle music led, Like a far bell ringing. Dream, and dream, and sweetly sleep, Dreams are free from sorrow, Dream, Ah! better dream than weep, Dream until to-morrow,

Close your eyes on evening skies: See the dreams come flying, Circle where your body lies, Like a south wind sighing. Dream, and dream, and sweetly sleep, Dreams are free from sinning: Dream, Ah! better dream than weep, Dream of better winning.