It came in a dream
-the journey never lasts forever-
It was borne by a dream
- every road has its destination -
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I look down memory lane - that's where she resides.
Fear accompanies me as I force my stride -
The shade of the trees is too deep,
Every shadow harbouring a bitter cold.
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Cold fingers touching the naked embodiment of truth
Hungry ears thirsting for the heart's knowledge
Searching truth in words always known in thought
Looking for the pathway to the soul once known by heart
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Dreaming dreams never dreamt before
Visions of love and hate entwined in all
Dreams of life and death not making sense at all
The smell of burning brimstone burned before
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