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Feb 2016
I have a lot of nightmares,
Sometimes I dream of you dying in my arms
Sometimes I dream
That I'll never get to see
The end of the war.
I plug in my headphones
And try to listen to a different tune.
But somewhere along the way
I end up playing the same old blues.
FrozenRosesandWateredLilacs
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FrozenRosesandWateredLilacs  United States
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