At a time you were only part of a dream
that came to me on a dark rainy cold night
and at that time a fairy tale this did seem,
as in the early morning, the bright daylight,
away was the dream, decayed as the rose,
and it faded from memory as time goes
till one day into my presence you did come
and from its wandering my heart found its home.
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