Put a face
On the page
Into scenes
Put a time
To a place
With a theme
Give it rhythm
Meet the strict
Rhyming scheme
Get it down
Write it out
Make it seem
Into a room
That feels more
Than a dream,
But a place
That we all
Yearn to be
Like a real history,
Kings and Queens;
And the dawn,
As the birds start to sing,
The dust-motes
Lit up by a beam
Of the sun
Through the window
That stream
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