Dreams of the Past
Softly I hear,
whispers in the night.
Sleep escapes,
waiting dawns light.
Again you appear,
Dreams of the past.
A tear descends,
your out of my grasp.
I close my eyes,
It's your face I see.
This is my life,
I can only blame me.
I long for a time,
when I can be free.
From the name,
that haunts my memory
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