I chase the mirage,
just for I know it is.
It gives me hope,
But it still is not what it seems.
Morning comes precociously,
or was I up all night.
I need to slumber all that i can,
in my dreams, to have your sight.
Delusion, oh what delusion,
I realize of its camouflage.
Still I long for the one thats not,
and is only a Mirage.
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