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Mourning Land

On a hot summer night deep in a dream
a cricket outside softly sings.
A breeze it blows so cool and soft
as I cuddle my pillow lost in thought.
In my memories I see you there
yet, you're so far away it seems unfair.
Picturing your face and your beautiful smile
I lie in my bed and think for awhile.
Your sweet smelling scent clings to me
as I breathe in deep your memory.

My soul aches and wants you here
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