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Oct 2010
I know i've never met her
And strange i know it seems
I dont recall us meeting except for in our dreams
We walked and talked together.. in a strange and misty place
I feel as though i know her and i can't forget her face
Who is this strange enchantress ?
And where does she come from ?
I call her my dream lover ..for in the morning she is gone !
mark jarrad
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mark jarrad
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