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Jan 2011
It's late at night,
my eyes opened wide.
In all my dreams,
I wish to confide.
The nights' clouds pass,
watching the days' cast.
Dew from the morning,
coat our faces in the grass.
Time slowly creeping by,
the eyes follow the strong.
Wallowing in memories,
in which we're never alone.
Written by
Anthony Simpson
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