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Sep 2013
My bed comes alive at night,
Lonely and solemn, these sheets are for two.

My mind goes astray at night,
With whispers and wonders and I miss yous.




My dreams are of you tonight,
I lay in your arms - Blissful. Asleep.
Written by
Noelle  The Mountains
(The Mountains)   
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