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Alive Again
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Alive Again
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You always come to my
dreams,
how foolish to think
you are
real,
your warmth
quakes my soul,
and when morning comes,
your touches leave
so suddenly.
How I long for
you to come to me,
now,
but you only come
to my dreams.
And that's where you are alive
Once again...
-
You always come to my
dreams,
how foolish to think
you are
real,
your warmth
quakes my soul,
and when morning comes,
your touches leave
so suddenly.
How I long for
you to come to me,
now,
but you only come
to my dreams.
And that's where you are alive
Once again...
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