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We dream the dreams of time long gone,
of words unable to say.
We pass the time to mourn dead hopes,
and stolen yesterdays.
We weep for lost apologies,
and promises thrown away.
Overwhelmed my the cost of love,
the price we had to pay.
But when the dusk of pain has passed,
the clouds have gone away.
A new and brighter day will rise,
from dark, to dawn, to day.
True love shall soon emerge again,
no longer held at bay.
As dreams come true, eventually,
love always finds a way.
(c) ME, NIGGA.
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