| Reminiscer |
| This old house creaks in the night; The doors, they squeak loudly though As the wind blows down the halls And through my open window. The curtains swing in the breeze As the house is quiet dark. The light shining in my window Lights this memory I embark. You still lie next to me here But, yet, you�re far away. This night sets my longing, My longing from the day. Gone from my arms you are. In some distant place you lie As in my bed I reminisce, Bury my thoughts and cry. The memories and thoughts of you Force the pain upon me As I lie here in my forsaken bed And drive myself crazy. |
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