aedh wishes for the cloths of heaven

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 ❝ Had I've got the heaven's embroidered cloths
enwrought with golden and silver light?
Had I've got the blue and the dim
and the dark cloths of night
and light and the half-light?
Cause if I'd have,
I would spread the clothes under your feet...
but I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ❞

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