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| The awakening, as if almost from a dream Never giving an answer or relief from the burn of the flame After comfort, counsel, the burn still stings The heart singed to third degree, will bleed just the same Why is the illusion of love A priority we always seek And why does the heart continue To constantly inwardly weep When after all, it was an illusion It wasn�t supposed to hurt you see The shattering or awakening Was suppose to from the burn, set you free But this Love illusion, is always painful for we The mind wakes up, but the fire still burns And now, awakened by the heart Its back to the moment, back to reality Copyright � -2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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