After the days of life are done
We sleep each night, one by one...
We dream, with an inner sight,
But how much do we recall?
For ev'ry moment of the night,
Do we fully dream it all?
How much passing through the mind,
Do we awaken there to find?
But History, lies in slumber
And dreams of all the past...
Of things so vast in number,
Rememb'ring first to last... ―John Riedell
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