Drifted thoughts engulf this mortal without any reason
Here I am hoping to have you this season
Alone in this dark, cold room, am wanting you near
To get home, to where you belong my dear
Then I woke up, it was just a dream to reckon
Your face slowly faded away for me to hold
Convincing myself you're not real anymore
Started to weep with tears, dropp little by little
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