Dream Song 130: When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought (John Berryman Poem)
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
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i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
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