Jan 2021
I dreamed of her again
Hair all flowing down
35 years later
Far from our little town
I sleep now through the days
Yearn for her at night
Grow old in this maze
Brown hair can still delight.
Hair all flowing down
35 years later
Far from our little town
I sleep now through the days
Yearn for her at night
Grow old in this maze
Brown hair can still delight.
(55/M/Elsewhere)
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