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Dec 2012
Golden light pouring in, where should I begin
Last night must have been a dream it seems
All that's left is a ghost where she once stood
Fading fast with the rising sun
Where she'll go she'll never say
Can I ask? Will she lie? I'll have to try when I awake
Written by
Cornelius
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