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Mar 23
A thought or dream, no shape or form
Like watching a mighty storm through the window
Memories of lives that weren’t there
With places and people that didn’t share

Oh, Zeus, heal my calling
Send your thunder to ease my pain
The winds of your storm send me falling
Under the symphony of your power, I dream of seeing her again.
T
Lost Indeed
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