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This is a dream of course, you can’t go back.
Lie down in summer—summer’s still allowed
For those who know that now is real and fact.
Lie down in fields of gold while Sting sings songs
Of love you found when young but lost when old.
Lie down in fields of snow when sadness longs
For ends, but rise to tell remaining life untold.
Lie down because you can, and not because
You must. Lie down for love and sleep and rest.
For saying no to endless work, and pause.
How else to know that life is not a test?
Lie down in fields of gold, this harvest grown
By you, and rest before the sun goes down.