disrEgard - what follows is meaningless without context

Aubade

Morning comes and the dream thins
Paint from heart world's canvas washes away
Sun's herald cries aloud, and our whims
Shall be forgotten come the light of day
I would that you might stay
Here in our gossamer bed
Where our souls lie safely wed
But the tapestry grows thin
Stay, my love. Stay

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Auspicious our beginnings
How real the love of our dream

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Context will be made plain (clear) in time. For now, this is a snippet of notebook..