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If I had but two little wings
And were a little feather bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like this are idle things,
And I stay here.
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on. Explain Summary​

Answer 1

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