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| Dreams of Old Now as morning light appears from out of night's most awesome deep, dawn's brilliant pinks become a smear. I turn away from tumbled sleep. Then before the time of this when yesterday was yet today, before my lips forgot your kiss, we faced the night in love's true way. Now the need to reach arrives. Life tugs at me to live the day, to wonder at the grit and guise one finds to keep the tears at bay. Then in another slumbered time pain will leave from out my soul. There'll only be the faded sigh of love which lives in dreams of old. |
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