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In cold dark room

     with cracked leather chairs

where dust lies thick

     on memories old

in school days then

     I dreamed not

that your face

     could I ever forget

our days were filled

     with dreams of what

someday we would build

     someday we would have

we were so young

     we thought we knew

what the world was

     what we would become

by day we did study

     and by night we did dance

so bright was our laughter

     so happy were we

your name I remember

     your face fades away

as I turned through the pages

     looking for you

our dreams never happened

     our laughter faded away

in dreams I halve to remember

     what we once thought would be

alone in the nighttime

in dim chilled air

I try to remember

     what we thought once would be