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Last night

I was holding you, in my dream

were you there

could you hear

me

scream



Nothing in reality

now, seems as real

as when I sleep



The confinement of this sentance

is almost more than I can take

I'll never feel more alive

then when I'm asleep

and my heart

has never been more dead

than when I'm awake



Can the hands of time turn back

Do you care enough to look back

There will always be nights

with falling stars

Days will always pass

while I wonder where you are



Two hours, two months, two years gone by

I still find myself alone

Night-time, I'm dreaming

Daytime, waiting by a silent phone