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Where
Where have all my dreams gone,
with patient waiting times
to only see there lost like
whistle howled wind carried
to place call now forgotten.
So much has pardoned upon my
heart like thiefs stolen.
Nearly have they gained not
the distance that persways
the hidden secret, it realms
in a different perception.
Note the eyes can not see
what the heart sees.
The vision is not what the
mind knows.
The eyes sees in sequence
where must it go and whom
will it travel through.
Where will night end up
and when will the morning
begin.
Left in waiting!!!
