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Dec 2013
I thought I was dreaming,
You looked back one last time before leaving,

Without even giving a reason why,
you waved your last goodbye.

Out of nightmare, i wake up in a trance,
To bring you back, this could be my last chance.
You're actually nowhere to be seen,
maybe it wasn't just a dream.
I hit everything that comes my way, before i fall,
from switches to our photo hung on the wall.

I fell on my knees,
when i hear you scream.
"What happened to the freakin' light?
How will i get soap off my eyes"?

I roll on the floor laughing hard,
I say,
"I'm sorry, we'll fix it, i'll start".
nehyl
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nehyl
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