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OVE, I was dreaming, was dreaming, It is better to sleep than to wake, You and I were at rest, in the land of the blest, You had followed me there for love's sake. We were standing, like children, a-gazing On the Lamb, and His white white throne ; We were listening mute to the sound of the lute, For the song was a song unknown. And a shadow came over our spirit, As we opened our mouths and were dumb ; There was light in the air, there was melody there, But no angel to us said "Come."