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DreamerI remember her,we meet once in a dream / It was unusually warm for Winter,felt more like Spring. / She was dancing softly through my imagination unaware of me

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Apr 27, 2012

Wishful ThinkingThe old withered willow dreams of the coming of Spring / her barren brown branches long for leaves / some yellow,some green

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Apr 27, 2012

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