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May 2015
The sun that shines through the window
Is what I hate most during morning
Waking me up eventually
Wishing it was still night
The dream I had of you last night
Was something I was hoping for
For me to be in your arms
Kissing you goodbye
But all that was in a dream
A dream that ended
Because of daylight
Paramount Pawn
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