by Petru Racolța
It's been heard for a while, With well-founded premises And reasons to fear, Dream thieves have appeared. Here comes a man of this audacity, When your sleep is sweetest, In the dream film, he digs And with your dream, it goes. The thief keeps repeating, Hopes are lost in the fog, You remain a figure Without any zest for life. That's why I'm a dreams shepherd, I enclose them in the eyelids And I issue permits Only to those close to me. Woe to the one who wants The dowry of dreams to steal from me, The nightmare hits him In the scalp, like an axe.
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