I live in the Twentieth Century 
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep. "

  Richard Brautigan, I Live in the Twentieth Century

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