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May 2014
You were a figment of my imagination
Not the real thing, just a cheap imitation
A lucid dream, I thought I could control
The perfect dream defined by my soul

I miss the calls in the middle of the night
Your passion burning so ever bright
Though now it's just a calm distant light
It's still something for which I need to fight.
Ryan Cullen MacLeod
Written by
Ryan Cullen MacLeod  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
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