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My Dear…as I always liked to call you…
I dreamt of you one night So far away and, yet, so close in my dreams… Don’t know if haunting or just travelling Through them Just hoping….but still dreaming… Did you really followed your star Or just wondered in the morning light? Did you ever believed me for who I am Or just wondered a dream which I couldn’t ever become? I think…and I might be wrong And please correct me if I am… That I am just the morning light, a little bit too late To be the sunshine… And the aftersunset dark… A little bit too late to be the sunset… And, after all have passed I am just a little bit too late …and passed just after… For your morning light…and for your sunshine….
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