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The dreams, The ghost of you haunts me every waking night. Get out of my head, And let me free. As I sleep, the fantasy is a paradise, As I wake, becometh a nightmare, once and overmore. The memory of it all tears my strung-up heart apart, Get out of my head.... or come back to my eyes. ~Robert van Lingen
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Dreams of You