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I think about it all the time. Was it real or was it a dream? I can still see her, Standing at the door. I remember the fear I felt in seeing her, Though I don’t know the reason. I remember the feel of her hands as she held mine, So real. Her words, her voice still ringing in my ear, Tell me something, a message. Is it good or bad? I’m not sure. I want to go with her, but I know I cannot. She leaves, and I lose her again. I miss her As I have and always will. |
