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I. When my dreams come true -- when my dreams come true -- / Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew, / To listen -- smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings / Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers fondle, as he sings? / And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view, / Shall I vanish from his vision -- when my dreams come true?
When my dreams come true -- shall the simple gown I wear / Be changed to softest satin, and my maiden-braided hair / Be raveled into flossy mists of rarest, fairest gold, / To be minted into kisses, more than any heart can hold? -- / Or "the summer of my tresses" shall my lover liken to / "The fervor of his passion" -- when my dreams come true?