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Mar 2015
You whisper sweet melodies to my ears
Your words and harmonies invite me nearer
I slip through my boundary of restraint
In your arms I hope to fall if I should faint
But the fact remains that you're always a dream away
So I'll think of you often here as I lay
Nameless
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Nameless  London
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