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Dreams

Dreams can be so cruel, no prisoners to take.
They can lead you astray your heart to break.
Dreams can whip you off to a faraway land.
Where the one you loved still holds your hand.
But although they hurt me and cut me deep.
And make me cry when over is my sleep.
I still long every night for that same old dream.
Because I get to see what might have been.
Lonely are my waking hours in the winter cold.
So I hope I dream again of you to warmly hold.

◄ Blue or pink!!

The Gift ►

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