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As the first rays of sunlight free her from a devlish and restless sleep, her dark thoughts flow
through her pen and onto the paper. She sighs. It must be the fate of a dreamer...
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No need
To talk
You cut me off and pull away
The heat is freezing again
It tears out my heart
Disguise
Pretend
Break down the whole fantasy
The distance remains, everlasting
It leaves me wondering
Why do you change this fast?
It's not fair
Feel again
That's what we've missed
The whole time
Misplaced love remains, everlasting
It leaves me wondering
Why do you change this fast?
It's not fair
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:: A. A. Lucassen :: →
Fate of a dreamer →
Estranged
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