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Sep 2014
She calls to me
In her sleep
Full of happiness and love
We dance and sing through the night
In her dreams
But alas
Its short loved
For when she opens her eyes
All is lost
All is forgotten
Just a figment of her imagination
Will I be
She won't remember me
Just stray bits and pieces
Of what we had
But when she closes her eyes once more
Ill be there to greet her
In the world un known
Beauty Without Eyes
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Beauty Without Eyes  20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living
(20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living)   
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